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octoberautumnbox · 5 months ago

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Happy Anni-box-sary!! :DDDD

Whew! It's been a year since I've started writing on this platform (and in general fsgsdjkfghjadskfh), and what a wild ride it has been. Ups and downs scattered throughout the year, but I really wouldn't have it any other way :uwuge:

All that said, let's move onto the box 2024 recap!

Yuri fics I've written: 8

Fly in the Night Trip

Love in the Night Train

Juicy Juicy

Friday

Adrenaline

Enjoy

I Got All I Need

Like It Like I Love It

buncha drabbles I didnt count, some of them fluff, some of them angst, all of them box 📦‼

Yuri fics other people have written: 6

@fillinforlater's Friends that can Keep a Secret

@birchleavesdawn's Bitter Taste

@xshadowdelta's Former Manager pt. 1: Back in Town

@usedpidemo's Cruel Flower

@prael's Reality

@leafostuff's Operant Conditioning

Non-Yuri fics I've written: 11

in my best attempt not to double count when there was more than one idol in the fic (lmao),

1 for soloist Chaeyeon

1 for Kiss of Life

2 for woo!ah!

2 for tripleS

2 for Kep1er

3 for fromis_9

Funnest fics to write:

Hell Week: despite not doing sins's prompt justice, I really did enjoy how I built Yubin and OC's character, even as the writer i fell in love with how sweet Yubin came to be, and while I do think the sex could have been fluffier, i do like how i wrote the ending :DDD

Cute and Caring Noona from Apartment 424: i think deep down inside i knew the apartment thing was gonna come back, even at the time, though i had to promise myself it wouldn't be a series. Yujin and Xiaoting are still a killer duo i'd love to write but it wouldn't fit that well with what i've decided on what the apartment fics will be, instead i'm going with the direction that The Sultry and Pervy Soda in Apartment 307 went and go from there

Like It Like I Love It: EASILY my top 1 from this year. it was everything reader box would have wanted in a yuri fic: a casual relationship, a possibility that there's something more in it, hot sex (literally), and just the right amount (maybe a bit too little) of showing off babygirl yul. i really hope this isn't peak box but going back to why i started writing in the first place, which is that i wanted to see more quality yuri fics, this was something that if i were still a reader would have sated me for at least another year. good job box!

Idols/Groups I've come to know:

Kiss of Life: I think they debuted before me? I noticed Natty first bc ofc I did 😭 but quickly fell in love with how Bobsky just vibes so well with them aaaaaaa

tripleS: I started paying attention around Girl's Capitalism but I knew of them since Generation. I still know only like ten of them and still need to look up whether they're of age or what number S they are but I've written the group thrice now so worth :DDDD

Kep1er: zozi was tough for wizones and I'm not exception, so there was a lot of animosity to this group starting out. I only really started loving this group because of choiyuj, and it was me falling in love with that tiktok that cookies n seggs noona was ever made and it's been upwards ever since

Collabs:

One Heck of a Joyride with @leafostuff: simultaneously this took way too long and not long enough LMAO we started in Feb and released in May, if u can remember Best Job Ever and Like It Like I Love It came out in May too so that was hectic for me. but it's my first and to date only long fic and I hope someday to surpass it in terms of word count and idol nuguness :sitt:

Prompts:

@i-am-lifeform24's Curated Companions: this first major prompt I took part in, where I wrote Dito Muna Tayo :nolookk: it got me attention I didnt know how to feel abt (I still don't tbh) but it was a major step in the right direction to temper my expectations of myself: it reminded me to write for me

@msafterhours's Seasons: this was a major L for me jfkgjslahhf I wrote A Little Goes a Long Way, misunderstanding the prompt "Seasons" for "Seasoning" and making a cooking fic instead. it was a great laugh with him tho, and a memory I come back to fondly

@mintwithchoco's Favorite Song: I wrote Orange-Tinted Sunset with Sticky in mind but promising mint I'd break Belle's heart lmao, at the time my current favorite song switched from that to Nothing and it all just fell in place. I had the idea a long time ago for Haneul but this was the perfect chance to broaden my horizons yet again, and to my dismay it proved @0cta9on right that I kinda was okay at all three genres of fics that touched on after all :bearlazy:

Growth:

can't remember if I said it out loud on the tl but im not a serious writer! that just means that I dont consciously aim to improve how I write and I'm totally fine with the skills and style I have now, and any exp gained or skills learned is has been passively achieved

that said, I'm really so so happy with Fly in the Night Trip and Love in the Night Train. In my first ever fic i said i wanted my next work to be a smut, and that i would be able to write more of what i wanted on my blog soon. Enjoy was both of those, and i even got to write so much more of my ult bias throughout the year and then some. you could call it self-serving, or as @capslocked so eloquently put it, unconsidered readers, all of you. :sitt:

thats why im really happy to be able to come full circle with another fluff in Love in the Night Train, because i feel like it concludes such an awesome year in such an awesome way. id tell 2023 box that just keeping at it wouldve worked out so well, but the extra effort to write just a tiny bit better, to listen to @midnightdancingsol's advice, to stick with it even though work fucked us up (and still does) is going to be well worth it

Hiatuses: 2

ok obviously im not as proud of this one. but each time i did, it was me reevaluating how I run the blog and what sort of stuff I'm getting myself into. it was well worth taking a step back from writing and just figuring out what exactly I wanted to do, and the breaks did wonders for how I paced myself.

these were me asking myself questions that struck the very core of how I conduct this cacophony of a kpop smut blog. it made me aware of arbitrary rules I was holding myself to, and gave me a chance to do away with them. everyone has to clear out their inventory every once in a while, and these were mine :DDDD

Everything else:

ive stopped tracking notes bc I learned since I occasionally write nugu and non-smut to never expect 100+ and I'm always pleasantly surprised when I get there slfjglah but yeah, there's better things to keep track of like what I did above

these are what really matter to me: yuri, writing, and the community i've become part of. while I do think the 1022 club is a fun milestone to celebrate, anything else is a bit more work than i care to make a separate post about (except maybe on bluesky lmao)

at my core, im a glassy, a true fan of the little ball of sunshine that is jo yuri. i keep saying that as long as im able to make one of you lovely readers a fan of her too, i'll know i'm doing good! so to all you box followers, all you honorary glassys, please tune in to yuri! she just released her tenth(!!!) OST entitled Spring Days Pass, will appear in Squid Game season 2 which premieres on Dec. 26 on Netflix, and is bound to have a comeback lined up soon :cuteplead: please join me in supporting her! :DDDD

Aaaaand that's it I think? A wild ride for sure, and I'm happy to have spent it here doing what I love. Hopefully all you readers also show greater support to my fellow writers and friends on here, and as always, stay tuned for more box fics in the future!

Thanks for reading, and see you all in October Autumn Box season 2!!

#thought box #1022 club

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advisorykitty · 2 months ago

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hello! I’m the person who wrote the Randal x wheelchair user request (I’M ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED WITH IT AAHH)! I was maybe wondering if you could do a part 2 or maybe one shot? :3 no pressure at all! You don’t have to do it ofc. I hope you’re doing well!

Just a trip!

Hope ya like the oneshot!!! I hope you're doing well too ^_^

The sound of creaking metal and distant echoes made your stomach churn as you rolled your wheelchair along the uneven ground. The air was damp and heavy, carrying a metallic tang that left a strange taste in your mouth. You didn’t know why you agreed to this—or, more accurately, how Randal had convinced you. Again.

“We’re gonna have so much fun!” Randal chirped, pushing your wheelchair down the narrow corridor of the abandoned factory. His mismatched shoes squeaked against the grimy concrete floor. “This place is perfect, don’t you think? So spooky! And dangerous. I love it.”

You gripped the armrests of your chair tighter, trying to keep your breathing steady. “Randal, I… I don’t think this is safe.”

He leaned over your shoulder, his wild grin almost brushing your cheek. “Safe? Pfft. Where’s the fun in that? You’re with me, so you’ve got nothing to worry about!”

That didn’t reassure you at all. Randal wasn’t exactly known for his careful planning or concern for other people’s well-being. Still, you’d never seen him this excited, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. You never did.

Randal continued to chatter as he pushed you deeper into the building. “Did you know this place used to be a meatpacking plant? Lots of sharp tools and hooks and stuff. I bet they left some behind! Ooh, maybe we’ll find something really creepy, like… I dunno, a severed hand or a haunted chainsaw!”

You swallowed hard. “Why… why would we want to find that?”

“Why not?” Randal shot back, giggling like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He stopped abruptly, making your chair jolt. “Oh, look at this!”

He darted ahead, leaving you alone for a moment. Your chest tightened as you glanced around the dimly lit space. The flickering light from Randal’s flashlight cast eerie shadows on the cracked walls, making them seem alive. The faint hum of distant machinery—though the factory had been abandoned for years—sent a shiver down your spine.

“Uh… Randal?” you called out, your voice trembling.

“Relax, bunny! I’m right here!” His face popped out of the darkness suddenly, and you let out a startled yelp. He doubled over with laughter. “Oh, man, you should’ve seen your face! Priceless!”

You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to calm your racing heart. “Don’t do that!”

He tilted his head, still grinning. “Why not? You’re so cute when you’re scared.” He grabbed the handles of your wheelchair again and started pushing you down another hallway. “C’mon, don’t chicken out now. We’re just getting started!”

The two of you eventually reached a massive room filled with rusted machinery. Chains hung from the ceiling, swaying slightly in a nonexistent breeze. Randal parked your wheelchair near a conveyor belt and hopped onto it, balancing precariously on the edge.

“Check this out!” he said, kicking at a chain to make it rattle. “Doesn’t this place just scream ‘horror movie’? Imagine all the things that could’ve happened here. Blood. Screaming. Death. Awesome, right?”

You didn’t answer. Your eyes were glued to the dark corners of the room, where the flashlight’s beam couldn’t reach. Every creak and groan of the old building made you flinch.

“Hey, are you even listening to me?” Randal hopped down and crouched in front of you, his face uncomfortably close to yours. “You’re not scared, are you?”

You hesitated, then nodded slightly. “A little…”

His grin widened. “Good! Fear makes everything more exciting. It’s like… seasoning for life. Or maybe dessert. Yeah, fear is dessert.” He stood up and twirled the flashlight like a baton. “But don’t worry. If anything tries to hurt you, I’ll rip it apart. Easy peasy.”

You weren’t sure whether that was comforting or terrifying.

The mood shifted abruptly when you heard a loud clang from somewhere above.

You froze. “Randal… what was that?”

“Probably a ghost,” he said nonchalantly, tilting his head to listen. “Or a rat. Or a ghost rat! Oh, wouldn’t that be cool? I should make a doll of that.”

The sound came again, louder this time. It was followed by the unmistakable groan of metal straining under pressure.

“Uh… maybe we should leave,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Randal waved you off. “Nah, it’s probably nothing. Besides, brother would kill me if I came home this early.”

As if on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fumbled to pull it out and saw Luther’s name on the screen. Before you could answer, Randal snatched the phone away.

“Brotherrr!” he sang into the phone. “Guess where we are!”

You couldn’t hear Luther’s response, but judging by the way Randal winced, it wasn’t pleasant.

“Relax, big brother! We’re just having a little adventure. You worry too much.” He paused, then laughed. “Okay, okay, fine. We’ll head back soon. Jeez, you’re no fun.” He hung up and handed the phone back to you.

“Big brother is such a buzzkill,” Randal muttered, kicking at a loose bolt on the floor. “But I guess we should wrap this up. For now.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “We still have to get out of here alive.”

As Randal wheeled you back toward the exit, the building seemed to come alive around you. The groaning metal grew louder, accompanied by distant thuds and the occasional sound of shattering glass.

“See? Isn’t this fun?” Randal said, laughing as he dodged a falling piece of debris. “It’s like the whole place is trying to kill us! What a rush!”

You couldn’t even respond; you were too busy clutching the armrests of your chair, your heart pounding in your chest.

By the time you finally reached the exit, you were shaking. Randal, on the other hand, looked like he’d just had the time of his life.

“That was awesome!” he said, spinning in a circle. “We should do this again sometime.”

You stared at him, your face pale. “Randal… you’re insane.”

He grinned, leaning down to meet your gaze. “Maybe. But you’re stuck with me anyway, bunny.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue.

As the two of you made your way back to the street, Randal started humming a creepy little tune under his breath.

You promise yourself that next time you'll Sebastian handle him.. well more like endure..

Hope ya guys enjoyed this! Also i cba asked to proof read so mind the msitakes pls!! ^_^

#ranfren x reader #fanfic #nyen catman #nyen ranfren #nyon ranfren #nyon and nyen #luther von ivory #randals friends #randal ivory #sebastian ranfren

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oneforthemunny · 1 year ago

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okay SO. i know i don't even go here, i'm a janitor!eddie girlie BUT i feel very strongly about hockey!eddie because he's insane but also so dumb and i love dumbasses. anyways. i was reading what you said about him being grossed out by his teammates when they cheat and i had this idea so i wanna share it with you

imagine, if you will, that reader becomes really good friends with another hockey wife. young couple, maybe they recently had a baby and reader is obsessed, eddie is obsessed because omg my girl with a baby why is this awakening something in me, it's all very cute. double dates type of shit, maybe this is the first time reader has felt included in the wives and girlfriends club! and then eddie's teammate cheats on his wife and reader finds out. she's DEVASTATED because that's her friend!!!! that's her adopted nephew/niece!!! why would that asshole do that??? so ofc she goes and tells eddie and eddie is LIVID. next day at the locker room eddie breaks his nose or something lmao

god this is so sick and so good because i feel it. like i can see it so vividly.

she finally gets into the group, feels apart of it, and is enjoying herself. plus, she's with this other wife, who seemingly has made it work ya know? husband still plays and she's with him, but also has a balance to her life and schedule, and a baby??? it's like everything reader has wanted, and she's seeing someone have it, and it gives her hope. like all these fears, they're silly bc this can work!

eddie's close with the teammate, but not the most close, bc they're on opposite sides (defense and offense) so they don't really practice and play as much. but still, he likes him, thinks he's a cool guy.

they all get super close, especially during off season, and hang out all the time. guys got a wife, a career, a baby? he's older, been traded before and kinda takes eddie under his wing. truly, they're very very fast friends.

then they go out one night. maybe they had a press thing to do, or a team meeting, decide to go for a beer after it.

eddie's thinking nothing of it, they're sitting at some bar or club or whatever, and next thing he knows, there's two girls?? the guy had called them?? he kisses the one girl in greeting and eddie is immediately sick to his stomach. floored, shocked, disgusted, hurt- all of the above.

he leaves, right there. no warning, nothing, just leaves. is visibly shaken when he tells you later, rambling, eyes wide, just perplexed.

i feel like he wouldn't jump right into beating him. you both talk and are like "no way, there's no way, right?" maybe they're in an open relationship? maybe they swing? maybe they're freaky like that?

so eddie tries to talk to him the next day about it. "i know you'd never do that, man. i'm sorry. i just, i kinda freaked."

but his teammate doesn't reassure him. doesn't tell him that his wife knows. he kinda gets quiet. "i mean, no, she doesn't know, but she really doesn't need to. now does she?" he kinda shrugs. "i mean, we just had a baby, and ya know, she's so tired all the time. it'd be shitty of me to ask her."

eddie is, once again, sick. jaw dropped, he can't even speak, he's so fucking sick. "plus the road gets lonely. you know what i mean." the teammate continues. "look, i love my wife. i don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little something every now and then. it's purely physical. i wear a rubber, get what i need, and come home and keep them happy. i mean, what's the point of causing issues in my own marriage, when i could do this? take care of it."

"you don't think fucking around on your wife is causing issues in your own marriage?" eddie sneers.

"no." he scoffs. "not unless she finds out. what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?" he shakes his head, shrugs it off nonchalantly. "look, kid, i get it. you're in love right now with your girl. it's all about her and nothings better, and that's great. for now. then you'll want a little more, and, hey, there's nothing wrong with that. it's biologically encoded in our dna as mammals to need more than one mate. monogamy, it's barbaric. and you'll understand. one day... you know, shit won't look the same, feel the same, and you'll-"

that's when eddie breaks his teeth. knocks him clear out, his coaches and team mates running to break it up, confused why there's a fight on the sidelines? no regrets from eddie. he got fined, had to run suicides until he threw up, but it was worth it. knocking that piece of shit out, totally worth it.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #hockey!eddie munson #hockey!eddie munson x reader #hockey player!eddie munson

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kiwitaskmaster · 2 months ago

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Episode review of Taskmaster New Zealand, Season 1, Episode 2:

— Heavy spoilers!! Proceed with caution —

> ‘Robin to my batman’ ‘piglet to my pooh’ ‘newsboy to my havoc’ i appreciate that reference because thanks to me near obsessively listening to the matt and jerry show i do in fact understand it! (went over my head the first watch ofc)

> Fantastic start, madeleine can't even explain what she brought

> Whatever Angella was trying to explain I am still not sure - cake chicken, and something to do with eggs?

> Brynley’s prize is SO cute it's such a nice touch to make it the cast members

> Guy. you cannot just bring in a loaf of bread with a Guillet razor and expect it to be accepted

> ONE AND A HALF POINTS????? What!

> There is something up with that New Zealand grass how is it popping the SECOND it touches the grass??

> ‘A bit like my sex life.. I've doubled that recently.’ (Leigh) ‘still pops too early.’ (Angella)

> The contrast between Brynley and Angella is so funny, yet somehow they still do just as shit as each other

> ‘I was doing so well after covid’ (Angella)

> Madeleine with the leaf blower!

> I admire the energy Brynley, Leigh, and Guy smashed the vase with, and in all fairness, i do not think the second part of that task would have been possible because of how they smashed it

> DISQUALIFIED IS FOUL JEREMY LMAO THREE OUT OF FIVE…

> Madeleine making her job immensely more difficult </3

> Peanut butter! A perfectly normal adhesive!

> ‘I’m back in the game!’ (Guy) ‘You are not back in the game.’ (Jeremy)

> Oh my god YES it's time for the songs!!

> ‘Ooh a double task’ like the task would just be to throw a dart at a map

> ‘I sleep with a lot of dads’ ANGELLA LMAOO

> Leigh and Madeleine are SO worried about getting China

> Using the phone to say ‘Bangladesh’ is very funny 10/10 approve, not all that rousing of a tune tho (Angella)

> Brynley you had ONE job.. Don't mention the child soldiers! And that's all you did D:

> FUCK THE WESTERN WORLD WE’RE CHINA! China! (Madeleine)

> ARE YOU READYY FOR SOME FUN!! AND A SONG ABUT LIBIYA!!!! ARE YOU READYY FOR A SONGG AND A SONGG ABOUT LYBIAA!! Guitar smashing on table commences (Guy)

> GUY CAME LAST?? That was ROUSING Jeremy what the fuck!

> ‘Its still anyone's game, apart from Guy.’

> Classic ‘yeast spread’

> ‘Yeasty cartographers’ is horrendous never say that again

> The audible ‘ooh…’ when Guy turns his around

> Leighs is INcredible??

> One point for Guy. entirely expected.

> Madeleine wins with.. 18.5.. Points. EIGHTEEN AND A HALF.

> I know full well she never gets another half point too. Evil work there

#jeremy wells #taskmaster nz #taskmaster #paul williams #brynley stent #madeleine sami #leigh hart #guy williams #angella dravid #TM NZ S1 E2 #taskmaster nz s1 #that half point..#i die a little inside everytime i see it

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inconsideratekidney · 5 months ago

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10/17/24

hey gamers,

i wanna be a gamer, i wanna be up in here gaming on a thursday afternoon, double-monitored up, hella snacks.

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yoohoo big summa blowout. it's fall and it's amazing. loving my sweater moments because i exist in sweater weather. it is a time for seasonal depression, but also for cute and bulky sweaters! my favorite accessory. I consider them accessories because they are very much a part of my outfit. i am my outfit. i am the main attraction. just kidding...the sweater is the main attraction, i'm not that egotistical...

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anyway....i don't have much to say to be honest. i have talked to people and had my fill of spill-ing out my brain. i am content with my state of mind right now (i have no big assignments due tonight or tomorrow night). i am stressed about next week with 2 midterms and more big work coming in.

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the adhd brain is such an interesting thing--how can one be so distracted and yet not be able to distract oneself when necessary? trauma is one thing, but intrusive thoughts are so dumb and stupid. why have a brain if it can't function well enough to do what you tell it to do?

figures, i have so much on my plate and so much death in mind. my uncle's, my friend from high schools--which makes me think of the students last year who died and all others, and liam payne from one direction???? like what???? that's crazy. i can't strip that down for him the same anymore. wtf. like i can't take death in general, but this one is so different. it's like when cameron boyce died. so young and so out of the blue. i was shocked when i heard the news and it's just so terrible. fucking TMZ, ofc they posted a partial picture of his body, like wtf. no composure/demeanor like my interpreting gang knows. just odd behavior.

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i am into watching House MD and honestly it's so interesting. my mom was on general hospital and dr. quinn medicine woman, which i'm sure no one knows about and probably one other show i can't remember, but i am into House right now. i like the dynamic, for now, and might get sick of it soon, though, cause i've been watching it a lot lately and might be overindulging. it's whatever. the show is witty and informative. i enjoy seeing the ways that the doctors develop their personalities and i wish there was a bit more drama relating to each of the doctors, but it's mainly about house and his group of doctors. oh shwell. maybe i am more into drama hospital shows than i thought. my youtube shorts feed sure thinks i am (and i keep liking them). i hate algorithms sometimes.

i have been instagram-free for a couple of years now! and tik tok free for some handful of months! but i am terribly addicted to youtube shorts.....

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rock, paper, scissors, says shoot! i picked scissors what did you pick

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give me good recommendations for a laptop. i will bother everyone about this. i want a good computer that runs windows. pretty pls. my computer is giving me such a headache and i hate it. just anything with windows and that is somewhat light and somewhat cheap pretty pls. :prayer hands:

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rawr. i am the evil tiger of the wicked west. i will be taking all of your cookies. mwhahahhhahhaahhaha. om nom nom. they're mine now and in my belly. mmmm mmmmm. yummy.

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i need a brain break. rahhh hiyaa.

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tips on how to go insane?

step one: exist

step two: do life

step three: repeat.

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td:lr?

um, not much folks.

not much this time

gamer

(sweat)er

talking and death

house md and addiction

lappytoppy

mushy brain

sanity

need a break, goodnight

kD :3

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mikaela-granger · 6 months ago

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The Long Wait Chapter 22

Woman in Black Part 1

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Sean Renard/OFC

The Long Wait Masterlist

A/N: We are on the home stretch of Season One, only one more chapter left before start on Season Two.

For the rest of June, Lorelei mainly worked, spent time with Katie, her friends and her family, as well as Lorelei’s own friends and family. She had officially introduced Katie to Monroe and Rosalee. Although she was a bit apprehensive about meeting a blutbad and a fuschbau at first, the decision to have them meet on neutral ground (a restaurant) was a good one. Monroe and Rosalee didn’t help at first, taking on the roles of protective older brother and sister, however they did warm up to Katie pretty quickly, much to Lorelei’s relief. On their way home, Katie was in agreeance that Monroe and Rosalee would make a cute couple. It wasn’t lost on her that Lorelei had indirectly brought them on a double date.

Lorelei has also ended up adopted a bonded pair. A ragdoll cat called Daisy and bernese mountain dog called Molly. Juliette had recommended them to Lorelei. Their owner was moving into a nursing home and wanted them to be rehomed together. Lorelei had met with their previous owner, who was devastated about giving away her beloved pets. Lorelei had spent the day with her and the animals, with Mrs Jennings deeming Lorelei perfect. There had been a lot of tears on the day Lorelei had picked them up, but Lorelei had promised to bring them for visits. Daisy and Molly settled in pretty quickly, which Lorelei was grateful for. At least they would have each other when she was away.

The Fourth of July saw Lorelei spending the day with Katie for the eisbibers party. She was a very popular person. Everyone wanted to speak with her. Thankfully, Bud rescued her a few times, telling them not to ‘hound the poor girl’. Katie’s little brother Reggie and Bud’s youngest Patty stuck to Lorelei like glue, inviting her to play and dragging her to meet their friends. It was a long day, but Lorelei had fun. She wasn’t used to the sense of the community the eisbibers had, but she loved it.

There were not a lot of wesen related cases, until a recent one that hit close to home for Monroe as it involved the death of some of his friends and a psycho doctor. For about a week, Portland was abuzz with tales of Bigfoot, even with the police assuring people Bigfoot had not come to Portland. Nick was a little concerned, because Hank had encountered Monroe in blutbad form and seen the psycho doctor shift from wesen to human form as he died. He mentioned it when the three of them met up for coffee one day.

“Has he said anything?”

“No, but I can tell there’s something not right.” Nick replied.

“Hanks got to be shook up about this in some way.” Monroe said quietly. “You know whether he’s talking about it or not, when I saw him looking up at me, he was freaked. It’s a look I’ve seen before, I’ll tell you.” He paused. “I’m sure you’re hoping it’ll just go away, and he won’t say anything, and look this is not like your ordinary nightmare, ok? He knows he was awake, and his brain is trying to process the unprocessable.” Monroe looked at Nick and Lorelei. “I mean, what did you think when you first saw one woge?”

“I thought I was going crazy.” Nick replied, he looked at Lorelei.

“Same. I thought I had cracked.”

Monroe nodded. “Right, well, Hank’s probably going through the same thing, you know?”

He took a sip of his drink. “With you it was one thing.” Nick said. “He was hit, he was knocked out, he was a little dazed. But he saw Brinkerhoff change.”

“That is so not going to make it any easier.” Monroe said. “Trust me, mental hospitals are chock-full of people who have spent their lives trying to wrap their minds around things they’ve seen and can’t explain.”

“Great.” Nick said, putting his mug down, not looking happy.

“But Nick, with Hank, maybe it’ll be different, you know?” Monroe said, trying to make Nick feel better. “Hank’s a cop, he’s already seen crazy stuff. With any luck it’ll wear off in a couple, three years.” He trailed off, looking out the window.

“I have a crazy idea.” Lorelei said. “What if we told Hank?” She held her hand up to stop the boys from speaking. “Hear me out, Hank’s your partner, he’s getting involved in this stuff anyway. It may be useful having him in the know.”

“I’m not sure.” Nick said slowly, as Monroe said, “That is not a good idea.”

“Hey, it was just a suggestion. We don’t have to decide now.” Lorelei defended herself. “It just bugs me that Hank is going through this alone. I remember how scary it was, and I only had to deal with it for, like, an hour before I got home to Aunt Marie.”

Nick patted Lorelei on the arm. “I know. And I will consider it.” Nick told her.

“Why don’t we change the topic?” Monroe suggested. “Someone has a birthday coming up soon.”

Lorelei rolled her eyes as Monroe waggled his eyebrows. Nick just shook his head, as he finished his coffee.

Lorelei couldn’t stop thinking about Hank and what he must be going through. She knew she wouldn’t say anything unless she got an ok from Nick, especially as he should be the one to tell Hank. By some twist of fate, Lorelei ran into Hank the next morning outside a café.

“Baby Burkhardt!” Hank greeted her warmly.

She raised an eyebrow. “Baby Burkhardt?”

Hank laughed. “Yeah, its what Wu started calling you.”

Lorelei shook her head and rolled her eyes. “How are you? I heard about the shooting. Are you ok?” Hank’s expression changed and he got a far off look in his eyes. Lorelei cursed herself ‘Great job, genius’. “Hank.” She said gently touching his arm.

Hank shook his head and looked back at Lorelei. “Sorry, I must have spaced out.”

“No, I’m sorry. That was pretty callus of me to ask.” She said. “Of course you’re not completely ok.”

Hank gave her a small smile. “You were just being kind. I appreciate it. And I’m ok.” Lorelei just gave him a look. “Damn, Nick wasn’t kidding. You do have a Mom look.” He said with a laugh.

“Nick says I have a Mom look?” she asked in confusion.

Hank nodded. “Yep. Said it made him confess to things in the past, things he wouldn’t usually tell you or anybody.”

Lorelei laughed as well and gave a shrug. “I suppose that would explain some things.” She paused. “You know, I was going to grab a coffee, did you want to join me?”

Surprisingly, Hank agreed. After getting their coffee, they took a stroll in a nearby park. It didn’t actually take that long for Hank to open up, especially about what he had seen. Lorelei was surprised, as they didn’t know each other that well. “I’m crazy, right?”

Lorelei bit her lip. “Well, crazy is subjective.” She said, sipping her coffee as she tried to figure out what to say. “We have a couple of things that could be happening.”

“Do tell.”

“One, what you saw is a combination of both a possible concussion coupled with trauma, and two….” She trailed off.

Hank was watching her intently. “And….”

She looked directly at him. “You aren’t crazy, and you actually saw what you saw.”

Hank shook his head. “You’re messing with me.”

“No. I’m not.” Lorelei said, her tone serious. Hank looked back at her. “Look, I’ve been taught to always ask questions, about the scientific method and so forth. But I like to think I’m open-minded. I don’t discount something just because it seems impossible. Humans know more about space then they do about the ocean. There is so much we don’t know.” She paused, wondering how much to give away. “Don’t tell Nick, but I’ve seen some weird shit. Things that can’t be explained by science. Things, like what you are describing.”

Hank stared at her. “Really?”

“Really. I first saw someone’s appearance change a couple of years ago. At first, I thought I was crazy, that I was loosing my mind. But then I saw it a few more times, on different occasions, different people. And they never looked the same. Some did, but not always. I still do.”

“And you still don’t think you’re crazy?”

Lorelei shrugged. “Sometimes. But like I said, there is so much we don’t know. Although farfetched, I was open to the idea that there are people who exist, who are different, that can change their appearance. And think about it, historically, society isn’t very kind to people who are different or don’t meet their own preconceived ideas of what is normal. The Witch Trials, Indigenous peoples, people of colour, or those with disabilities. People who are different who have been treated horribly for things they can’t change. People who are just trying to live their lives.” She shrugged again. “Maybe I am crazy. But for the most part, I ignore it. I did initially take to the internet, but there are a lot of weird people on there.”

Hank laughed. “That is true.”

“Hank, you can make a choice. Accept what you saw was part of trauma and a head injury or accept that maybe there are things in this world we can’t explain. And you met a couple of them.” Hank was silent, seeming to mull over what Lorelei had said. “It’s easier said than done but accepting the second one is a lot easier. Believe me. It makes you feel more prepared for when you see it again.”

Hank nodded, still silent, until his phone rang. “It’s Nick.”

Lorelei nodded understandingly. “Ah, duty calls.”

Hank stood up. “Thanks Lorelei.” He said, shooting her a smile. “I don’t feel completely better. But, knowing I might not be alone. It helps. A lot.”

Lorelei stood up as well. “I’m glad I could help, even if it’s a little bit. And uh, don’t mention this to Nick. He worries enough as it is.”

“I promise.” He said, giving her a short hug before walking off. Lorelei watched him go, hoping she had done the right thing.

As she was heading home, Lorelei got a message from Sean, inviting her over for dinner. Biting her lip, Lorelei contemplated what to do. She really wanted to go, but being alone, in his apartment. She wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. She had a girlfriend, a great girlfriend. And hanging out with Sean was not like hanging out with Monroe. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that Monroe and she were friends, siblings even. But with Sean, she really wasn’t sure. She knew that she was attracted to him, but she didn’t know where she stood with him. Eventually, feelings won out and Lorelei agreed to the invite.

As she walked toward the elevator in the parking garage, she ran into Sean. “Hey, fancy running into you here.” She joked.

Sean smiled at her. “Indeed.”

“I’m just going to take Molly for a walk, have a shower, and then I’ll be right up. Should I bring anything?”

Sean shook his head. “Take your time. And just your charming personality.”

Lorelei laughed as they stepped into the elevator. “I don’t think Nick would agree with you about that.” She commented.

“Yes, well, you are his annoying younger sister.” He joked, pressing the buttons for both their floors.

Once they reached her floor, they went their separate ways. Lorelei made her way to her apartment and grabbed Molly before heading out. Lorelei didn’t want to keep Sean waiting and tried to keep it short, however Molly was being difficult. First, she wouldn’t move past the dog park near her apartment, so she decided to spend some time there. Then, she wouldn’t leave the dog park, and finally, Molly decided to sniff out every street corner on the way home and spent some time doing so. Once she got home, Lorelei headed straight for the shower, taking note of her phone, charging on the kitchen counter. After a shower, she fed Daisy and Molly, before grabbing her phone and heading out the door. As she waited for the elevator, she checked her phone, surprised to see a bunch of missed calls from Nick. Shaking her head, she sent back a text that she was busy tonight and to bug Monroe. The doors opened and Lorelei was surprised to find herself faced with three officers of the Portland PD.

“Baby Burkhardt.” Sergeant Wu greeted her. “Great, we found one of you. I thought you youngin’s were always on your phones. Your brother has been trying to call you.”

Lorelei frowned. “What’s going on?”

“Officer DeMarco will explain everything.” Wu said, gesturing to one of the officers. He stepped out of the elevator. “You haven’t by any chance seen the captain?”

“Ahh, about an hour ago. He was just getting home. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Thanks Baby Burkhardt. Be good for Officer DeMarco.”

The doors closed, leaving Lorelei and Officer DeMarco alone. She stared at him expectantly and he shifted uncomfortably. “Why don’t we take this inside? I’ll tell you what I know.”

Turns out, Officer DeMarco did not know a lot. Just that they had orders to check in on her and Sean, as apparently a murder victim had been following them, Nick and Hank. They found pictures on his camera. There were concerns that whoever had killed their victim was coming after them. Lorelei was pacing the living room, while Officer DeMarco stood by the door. During one pacing session by the window, Lorelei noticed flashing lights. She stopped and looked closer. It wasn’t a patrol car or an ambulance. She saw two figures walking into the building. It was far away, but she recognised the walk of one, Nick. Now she was getting scared. What if something had happened to Sean? After a while, Officer DeMarco’s radio went off, calling for back up and an ambulance to Sean’s apartment.

“I’m going up there.” Lorelei said, marching towards the door.

Office DeMarco stepped in front of her. “I can’t let you do that Baby Burkhardt.”

Lorelei glared at him. “Is everyone calling me that?”

Officer DeMarco shrugged. “Yeah, pretty much.”

She tried to walk past him again, but he stood his ground. “Look, we don’t know exactly what is going on up there. But I have orders to keep you safe. Please don’t make my job harder.”

Lorelei huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine, for now. But I want to know if Captain Renard is ok. He’s always been nice to me.” Nice was one way of putting it.

Lorelei walked back over to the window, waiting to see if an ambulance arrived as well. Eventually, she did see an ambulance arrive, along with a few patrol cars. Some more time passed, and she kept bugging Officer DeMarco. It was only after she gave him what Hank referred to as the Mom look when he gave in and escorted her upstairs. On the way up, she heard him advise that they were on their way up. He also made Lorelei promise to follow any order she was given.

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therhythmafterthesummer · 1 year ago

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Hiii dear 🫶🏼 hope everything is going well and you're sleeping well and staying hydrated ✨

Today I was bored at work and I had a few thoughts (about wr ofc what else)

1. How is the gingerbin wedding planning going? Do they agree on what they want so far? Any specific preferences from any of them? (Idk if you plan on including something like this in future wr installments if so nevermind djehwkdj)

2. Do the wr couples sometimes go on double dates? Like maybe kitten and minho join gingerbin in their gym dates? Or prettyxchris and Hyunlix and moss go out to eat sometimes? It'd be so cute 🥺 they'd be swooning and teasing each other about their couple habits as if they aren't all huge simps

3. Do they celebrate Christmas too? Because I had the thought of them decorating their apartments or a christmas tree together and I almost collapsed 😭 they'd be so playful and excited and imagine Chris picking pretty up so she can put the star on top of the tree (while holding onto those thighs obvs)

Imagine Chris curled up around her in wolf form so he can keep her extra warm right next to the Christmas tree I- 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh and also, pack family Christmas dinner 💖 I just love them lmao

- 🍒

they're still trying to decide on a traditional-ish wedding and a wedding on the beach. they argue over the menu and flowers sometimes, but they agree on which outfits they'd wear for the two possible settings, as well as some favours they want to gift their loved ones. they're leaning more towards a small wedding (which isn't that difficult considering Changbin is no longer in his family's pack--although his family will be invided-- and considering Autumn has gone no contact with her family bc she defected her former pack). overall, pretty normal stuff :D

i'd like to think they do! although maybe not as often as you might think. it is pretty common for the three alphas and their partners to go places together though (although i'm not sure if they'd consider trips to buy furniture for chris' house "a date"). moss and hyunjin have gone on a few double dates with pretty and chris, whereas moss and felix tend to go with gingerbin to the gym a bit more frequently~

i don't think the wereroomies characters are religious, but i think they do like to celebrate every possible holiday they can together, so i can see them celebrating christmas! imagine how chaotic a secret santa would be in that pack sdfjhskfhdkj (also, 100% chris lets pretty climb on his shoulders to place the star on the tree. it's a win for him). i'm sure they take the cutest seasonal pictures too 🥺 both in wolf and human forms. i'm sure pretty has this pic of her and chris (who shited into his wolf form) sitting by the christmas tree wearing santa hats sdjhfksfhsdkjf

#these are sooo cute. i'm melting for real #🍒 anon #ask #wereroomies ask #wereroomies headcanons

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m1ckeyb3rry · 7 months ago

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No because the character design >>>> I also LOVE KIJA SHSHSJSHS man I miss yotd….

Also OMG CHERRY TREE PT 2 commentary after I finish replying

OOOOH omg a long series for bllk…(we all chant KARASU TABITO in the background…) but omg yeah I can only imagine the amount of research needed for hollyhock’s setting shsgshsb

Omg waittt zantetsu switch up?? Ok but I mean if you still want to write for Karasu…I’m always ready for a brainstorming thought dump session….only if you want though LOL

HOLELDHDS SHIT THE BAROU ONE??? Ok im ngl the chokehold that edits to that song have on me….idk why something about the beat and “melody” ushsjshsj also LMAOO THE WOMANIZER ONE classic Otoya edit…ok but the nagi ones are fire and I can also see why you were converted by that rin one…

Ok but if you have any especially fire Karasu ones don’t be shy…I almost never see edits of him it’s so sad

LMAOOO if you ever write that you NEED to add that line in there it’s so perfect (Karasu and Yukimiya trying to protect the girl at first is so real and so cute I can only imagine the rollercoaster ride of mishaps that would happen in this story LMAO)

LMAOOO BAROUISM SO REAL THOUGH?? Yes fortunately he’s basically locked in for the rest of the series!! Excited to see him again soon after the PxG match!! Also curious by what role he’ll play in the current epinagi match too! But omg wait nagi Barou and Karasu all together epinagi said welcome to the miraverse

Ok COMMENTARY: RAGAHHDH THAT WAS SO GOOD lowk you do a really good job of like developing stories and plots that when I read it I didn’t even feel like it was “short” or shorter than fwtkac…like just perfectly paced *chefs kiss*

Also 1) SEABIRD Y/N MENTION LMAOOOOOOO 2) omg stalker Rin was lowk so funny he really said “yeah idk what to say so I’ll just follow you silently like a creep” DHHSSHSH I also love how the roles kinda flip and Rin now has to wait for y/n…also the trees THE TREES >>>>> tree imagery and hidden messages my fav I also love awk but mature Rin like it’s still clumsy soccer nerd Rin but the development is there!!!

Another Mira banger excited for whatever’s next!!

- Karasu anon

i wouldn’t say kija is a top fav (shinah and hak are my beloveds) but i’ve seen some GORG fanart of him so i def see the vision there ☝🏻

cherry tree part two 🥹 i wanted it to be a surprise because i never mentioned working on it but LMAOO it was so funny i saw that rin edit WHILE WRITING WILLOW TREE so it was like a double whammy dose of itoshi broism that made it even worse 😭

tbh as much as there’s so many characters i want to write a long fic for it’s only the ones i DON’T like as much that i get ideas for 😭 like i got the idea for hollyhock while trying to come up with something for NAGI so we’ll see what happens and who ends up inspiring me but it’ll definitely be a surprise…honestly i think i need to pick the au first and THEN decide which character feels natural in it instead of vice versa if that makes sense

LMAO i will hold off for now but if that changes i will let you know!! i’m sure i’ll come up w something because i lowkey have no zantetsu ideas sooo…dumb characters as much as i love them are not my favs to write as love interests because i would simply never fall for a dumb guy irl so it breaks my immersion while writing somehow 😭

THE BAROU ONEEEEE it fits him so well too somehow!! hehe nagi edits are always so good because he has so many scenes in season one plus soooo many fire manga panels that editors have a LOT of material to work with!! and otoya LMAOAO he’s so goofy i love him (surprisingly not aiku though…idk why i can get behind eita but not aiku even though both are cheaters?? like looks aside ofc 😭 maybe it’s because we actively see aiku being weird in the manga whereas it’s only referenced in the egoist bible for otoya so it doesn’t feel as in your face)

OKAYYY tbh there’s not a lot of variety in karasu/otoya edits because they don’t really have any anime scenes yet but here are some i have saved!! fair warning you might’ve already seen these because like you said there’s not much out there for them…

karasu + otoya

karasu

karasu + barou 🤩🤤

you didn’t ask for him but YUKIMIYA

otoya edit using his 0.02 seconds of anime screentime

EASILY the most famous barou edit it has over one million likes and almost twelve million views so you’ve almost definitely seen it but i’m including it anyways because barou…lowkey flash warning though LOL

NO BECAUSE IT’S SO GOOD like the worst man she’s met (oliver aiku) taking her under his wing and teaching her how to be a player meanwhile karasu and yukimiya are yelling at otoya to leave this poor innocent girl alone and otoya is just like “wow…y/n has beautiful eyes…” too chaotic fr

BAROUISM FOR LIFE i’ve liked him since i first watched the show but he was typically overshadowed by me loving nagi and then later karasu so it’s only fair he gets his chance in the spotlight 🤩 omg but also the way nagi is the only hair gel free man in the miraverse top three LMAOAOA he’s holding down the fort fr 😩🙏🏻 needs to impart some wisdom to karasu and barou af

OMG YAYYY I WAS WORRIED IT WOULD BE TOO SHORT although tbh i don’t worry too much abt word count with sequels because like the main story is long enough…okay lowkey secret fact i hope i don’t keep getting a ton of pt2 requests because i love leaving stories open ended and doing a pt2 takes away from that 😩 like that’s why i don’t want to write a pt2 for white butterfly even though multiple people have hinted at wanting one LMAOAAO i just think it ended in a place where expanding it would feel like i was mansplaining to my readers almost 😭 i def think that’s a personal preference too a bit because i personally love reading open endings like they’re so good at making you think and leaving the story on your mind…tbh the impact of an open ending is UNMATCHED it doesn’t have the same vibe when the ending is like fully written out idk if that makes sense ANYWAYS rant over back to commentary!!

LMAOOOO SEABIRD Y/N MENTION FR sae finally put a ring on it ‼️ yk that was the most chaotic proposal ever too 😭 i just thought it would be funny to connect the two stories since there’s nothing rlly saying they CAN’T be connected plus since bllk did kinda vaguely and probably exist in cherry tree (y/n doesn’t go to japan until her freshman year of college so like 18 years old?? and rin would’ve just turned 19 because september birthday so it’s three years after bllk began which is why he isn’t on lockdown) it’s hilarious to imagine like rin being all emo and needing to destroy sae or he’ll die and giving these long ass dramatic monologues abt how sae is his ultimate goal meanwhile sae is just eating sandwiches on the beach with his gf

STALKER RIN MY KING i wanted to show that no matter how much more mature he is it’s still the same awkward fumbling soccer loser rin we all know and many love 😭 like bro has no clue what he’s doing he left his country with a university name, nagi’s sweatshirts, and a dream 😩🙏🏻 and somehow it worked out for him but like imagine y/n transferred or graduated early or smth HAHAA he would’ve been cooked 😰

i’m glad you liked it 😄 hehe i had fun writing it this was def one where i didn’t mind the part two it was very cutesy and enjoyable to do 😫 i have nine requests on my list that i need to finish up so it’ll be something from there ig!! not sure which req i’m going to do first 🤔 there’s a couple that are the same vibe as the isagi ones where i could def finish them in 1-2k words so i might try to get those out of the way first just so they’re out there and i feel productive!!

#answered asks

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formula-what · 4 years ago

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Brocedes time line for a very patient anon

Lewis quotes in orange, Nico quotes in pink, everyone else is blue.

okay first some background knowledge:

Nico is rich as fuck. only child, born in Germany, brought up in Monaco. son of world champion Keke Rosberg

Lewis was born on a council estate in Stevenage and his dad had to work multiple jobs for him to start karting

Honestly I think the difference in their backgrounds is one of the things that pushed them together, they were both isolated from the rest of the kids, but I’m keeping this purely facts rather than speculation.

2000

They’re both 15 years old and are karting teammates for MBB (Mercedes Benz McLaren) in Formula A

Robert Kubica: “there was always competition. But they didn’t fight. It was friendly competition. There was always laughing afterwards.” // “they would even have races to eat pizza”

They often shared hotel rooms at the races which was a “scene of many wrestling matches between them”

Dino Chiesa (their karting boss) – “many times I was called by reception about some problem in the room. It might be noise, or they might have broken something. They would never sleep so they were always tired the next morning”

“they both liked ice cream so much, particularly vanilla. During the night they wanted to eat ice cream always, so I had to go out everywhere to find some and keep them happy”

Lewis would often persuade Nico to buy him sweets

They would have competitions over LITERALLY EVERYTHING

Lewis: “we always had great competition whether on the racetrack or computer games or playing football”

“probably the first bit of competition we had was when Nico used to ride a unicycle everywhere so I thought, ‘I’ve got to learn how to ride this unicycle. Ive got to be better than him.’ I spent all my time outside the go-kart learning to ride this unicycle”

Apparently it only took Lewis 2 hours to teach himself how to do it

In maybe 2013 ish (when they were still friends) Lewis reflected with– “I have never laughed so much than when we were racing together. Nico was kicking everyone’s butt at that time. We had so great races together and built a great relationship”

“we were just arriving and enjoying go-karts and eating pizzas every weekend, fighting all the time and just having fun, whereas now it’s all business.”

many times they would talk about what they would do when they got to f1, made plans hoping to be teammates and become world champions together.

“Nico would say ‘when I’m in formula one’ and for me it was always ‘if I ever get to formula one’. Because obviously Nico’s dad was a formula 1 driver- he knew he was going to make it.”

Nico joined f1 in 2006 with williams, Lewis 2007 with McLaren. And man I WISH I knew what went down with this two when Lewis nearly one his rookie season (missing out by one point to mr fernando alonso) and then WON THE CHAMPIONSHIP in his SECOND SEASON (again by one point thank you mr alonso)

2008 Australia

Nicos gets his first podium, and ofc Lewis is there (he won it) and they are jumping around in the cool down room. Just, two kids who are literally living the one thing they have spent their whole lives dreaming about together. Lewis won the championship that year and oh wow I can only imagine their celebrations together.

2013

They’re teammates in Mercedes!!!

Nico: “every other day there are moments or things that pop up and I can smirk and thing, ‘that’s exactly the same as it was 15 years ago’”

2013 Malaysian Grand Prix gets an honourable mention. This is the race with red bulls good old multi 21 but merc also had their own team orders, stopping nico from fighting for his first merc podium, but Lewis disagreed with it so it didn’t really spark that much tension between them- more the team.

2014

the start of the turbo-hybrid era so y’all know this was good in terms of performance.

2014 Bahrain Grand Prix

They were both fighting for the win and had a collision which prompted a “mock fight” in parc ferme after the race (which I really hope there’s a video of).

Turns out, Nico won because he had used engine modes banned by Mercedes to get a power advantage in the closing laps. which kinda pissed Lewis off

2014 Spanish Grand Prix

Lewis’ fourth win in a row and took lead in the championship. They were fighting till literally the last second and Lewis crossed the line 0.6 seconds ahead of Nico, who says he could have passed him with one more lap.

Lewis defended using the same banned engine modes that Nico had used in Bahrain. Yeah.

2014 Monaco Grand Prix

This is IT. This is peak petty bitch. This is the one people still cry about.

It’s the end of Q3, both of them are out on a lap, Nico ahead of lewis. Nico’s already on provisional pole but Lewis is pretty close.

And then,, Nico just,, parks his car?? He says he made a mistake but the guy doesn’t even crash he straight up just,, rolls to a stop into a slip road. So the yellow flags come out forcing Lewis to abort a lap that was in the makings of pole.

The stewards say it was a-okay but Lewis was convinced it was intentional (and let’s be honest, yeah it probably was) and he even claimed that merc’s data proved it. (low key surprised he didn’t just tweet out the telemetry but I guess he got a stern telling off from mclaren last time)

But *this* is when Lewis tells the world that they aren’t friends anymore. An iconic interview.

Nico then wins the race too, ending Lewis’s four win streak and putting Nico in the lead of the championship.

2014 Hungarian Grand Prix

Lewis has an engine failure in quali meaning he starts from the pit lane, but he does good to make his way up the pack but THEN there’s a safety car which puts him ahead of Nico but on a different strategy.

Nico asks if Lewis can let him past as he needs to pit again before the end of the race, which will give him the place back anyways. Lewis straight up refuses, he’s on a role here. He started from last, and Nico started from pole, why should he slow down to let his title rival through.

Mercedes strongly suggest that his blocking fucked up Nicos race but Niki Lauda is on Lewis’ side so he doesn’t get punished (We stan a supportive father figure) even though he did blatantly refuse to be a team player.

And guys, this is the last race before the summer break so you know Nico was left seething for four weeks.

2014 Belgian Grand Prix

Second lap, Nico attempts a clumsy move and there’s contact, giving Hamilton a puncture and knocking him out of the race.

There’s a lot of controversy but basically it turns out he crashed with him intentionally, not backing out of the corner to “prove a point”. Nico ended up finishing second but was punished by the team, forced to apologise, and even booed on the podium.

2014 Abu Dhabi

For some reason it ran for double points?? The first time in History??? But idk???

Lewis had a perfect start and went on to win it and take the title, Nico had a problem and was told to retire the car but he kept going anyway and finished 14th. Nico went into the cool down room to congratulate Lewis on the championship win, which. cute.

Lewis claimed his second championship. Which not only was huge because of the inter team rivalry, but also because of the large gap between his first win. This guy had lost out on winning the championship in his ROOKIE season by ONE POINT, and then WON it in his SECOND season, and then there was like a FIVE YEAR gap before he won it again.

2015

Damnnn this car was fiiiinneeeeeee.

They do more laps in testing than any other car AND do it on a single power unit. And then. Australia. They take a one-two THIRTY FOUR seconds ahead of the third place Ferrari.

2015 Chinese Grand Prix

Nico is second in a one-two but claims that Lewis kept backing him up into Seb, trying to compromise his race (and help out his boyfriend).

Lewis gave zero shits: "It's not my job to look after Nico's race, it's my job to manage the car and bring the car home as healthy and as fast as possible. That's what I did."

2015 U.S. Grand Prix

If Lewis wins here he could also claim the title with three races to spare (you have to remember back then the title fight often went up to the last race so this was pretty cool)

Lewis very aggressively forced Rosberg wide at Turn 1 to claim the lead, and then there was some sexy fighting between the Mercs and Redbull all race. Nico led in the closing stages but made a mistake, running deep into a corner and letting Lewis past with only a handful of laps to go.

Nico finished P2 and had not only lost the race but the championship title. Nico was fuming, saying Lewis’ move at the start was “one step too far”.

This is the infamous cap throw in the cool down room. Lewis throws Nico his P2 hat, Nico straight up yeets it back at him. I tear up just thinking about it. They grow up so fast.

2016

Nico had came so close to winning and I guess this was just, the last straw. All or nothing. This year he literally gave it everything he had. Lewis and him stopped speaking, Nico gave up literally the rest of his life and even stopped sleeping in the same bed as his wife and taking care of his kids, instead spending every moment trying to get into Lewis’ head. Honestly, I think he might be the only one that could beat Lewis. Just because he knew him *so well*. He literally threw away like 16 years of friendship. But also it’s like, he had to be world champion. He *had to*. His dad was champion and his whole life he’s been preparing to win it too. Tough luck that he raced in the same era as Mr. Best Driver The Sport Has Ever Seen.

Nico won the last few races of 2015, and the first four races of 2016. Lewis had a couple car problems and Nico had a good lead on him in the championship.

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

Gentlemen. A short view back to the past. Nico had made a switch error on the formation lap causing the car to go into the wrong engine mode. So he was running a lot slower than Lewis, who was fighting to claim back the lead.

Nico closed the door to keep him back, and Lewis lost control on the grass, and spins into Nico and taking them both out of the race in the first lap. This is probably one of the most iconic crashes. I’m pretty sure there’s a clip of this somewhere in black and white with the titanic music over the top.

Niki Lauda blamed this one on Lewis (I guess even a supportive dad has to be critical sometimes) "Lewis is too aggressive. It is stupid, we could've won this race".

2016 Austrian Grand Prix

Nico had been struggling with a brake issue all race but was still on the way to win it. But in the last lap Lewis had caught him up and gone in for the overtake.

Typical Nico not taking any shit, refusing to be the guy that backs out and they collide. Lewis took the win and a damaged Nico dropped to fourth. From first. In the last lap.

Both of them blamed each other and tired dad team boss Toto Wolff threatened team orders in future races.

The stewards blamed Nico for the incident, issuing him two penalty points for failing to allow "racing room" and causing a collision.

2016 Abu Dhabi

In the final laps of the race, Lewis ignored team-orders from his race engineer and the technical director.

He deliberately slowed and backed Nico into the pack hoping they overtake him, and there would be enough of a points difference to win the title.

Nico finished second and won the title by five points.

And then,,, Nico announced a surprise retirement during the FIA prize giving ceremony.

Lewis’ response:

"This is the first time he's won in 18 years, hence why it was not a surprise that he decided to stop.” (We stan a petty king)

“But he's also got a family to focus on and probably wants to have more children. Formula One takes up so much of your time."

“In terms of missing the rivalry, of course because we started karting when we were 13 and we would always talk about being champions. When I joined this team, Nico was there, which was something we spoke about when we were kids. So it's going to be very, very strange, and, for sure, it will be sad to not have him in the team next year."

And now they are kind of on speaking terms but not really, they are both pretty private but I think they are at the ‘awkward small talk when we run into each other at the supermarket’ stage of the break up.

#this got a lot longer than it should have been #long post

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inflammatoryfandomblog · 3 years ago

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okay so soren and claudia’s relationship is basically the best character writing the show has, in that it stays consistently good even when the show pulls out the biggest stinkers i have ever seen. i’ve written about this waaay back so won’t go into it again. one detail i really, really wished they had managed to put into the show proper and not only the novelizations is the fact that viren healed a sickly soren when he was very young with dark magic, which in addition to putting a physical toll on him, made his ex-wife spooked out and probably contributed to their divorce.

this actually shines a lot of light on soren’s dynamic with viren. claudia tells ezran that soren immediately clung to viren when told to choose between his parents, and if viren is the one responsible for curing soren, then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. it also makes a lot of sense in terms of viren thinking that he’s owed soren’s loyalty or even his life--viren’s entire Thing is that he frequently faces bad consequences for doing what may otherwise be traditionally heroic acts, and ofc, as in the show (and especially during the events of the show as viren realizes that “all he did was for nothing”), viren *would* resent him for it. it’s completely in-character.

so soren has the double-whammy of not being able to live up to expectations as much as claudia, and also feels like he owes his dad so much, since his dad was willing to do bad things for him. he has a really good reason to think viren loves him even though he’s the clear unfavorite.

and he’s much more loyal to viren as a result in a way that claudia wasn’t initially. he does actually try to kill the princes, even if he’s uncomfortable with it. i mean, surely his dad would do the same for him, right? now i know we like saying that claudia’s just inSaNe because of her s3 stuff, but pre season-3, soren was the more unscrupulous of the two. killing the princes is something claudia at that point in the story would not have done, and something that she refuses to believe viren would even order. the straw in the camel’s back for soren was being betrayed by viren in that little gaslighting scene, not necessarily just the fact that he ordered to have the princes killed. in that moment he learned that the sacrifices viren made didn’t mean he loves him.

this information also begs the question of how he may have felt about being cured by dark magic at the end of s2. if the context of viren healing him in a similar fashion were present while watching the show and the characters were allowed to have feelings about that, his getting-paralyzed-for-five-seconds thing would be more substantial than a “oooh look a claudia moment. look at that dear. isn’t it so cute. feel bad for the deer. focus on the deer. also guys soren’s dumb lol. look at how dumb he is. he barely has a functioning cerebrum lol. and also guys look he’s crushed by his dad’s expectations sadface. but look at claudia she’s all corrupted now!!! see it’s all good winkyface, this is a Big Moment for Claudia!!!” claudia is doing a very similar thing that viren did in his childhood. of course soren may have some mixed feelings about it--and maybe even slightly alluding to this might have, i dunno, meant something to the person who was actually paralyzed. if this scene were written with more of that in mind, this would actually completely transform the writing here while keeping the general event (a cured soren) intact.

this would also make “you’re heading down that path too” in season 3 also be more resonant than just soren being spooked out by dark magic and make his reasons for refusing the lux aurea dark orb that much stronger. it would imply that he’s aware that there’s some sort of “debt” to pay and maybe that he was somehow “responsible” for viren’s divorce (soren is as dumb as bricks but it’s implied many times that he’s more socially/emotionally intelligent than he looks) thanks to dark magic. he may not want to feel that he “owes” viren anything, and may perhaps see a pattern of self-sacrifice and subsequent resentment in claudia. how justified he would be in thinking this isn’t the point, my fellow claudia stans--the point is that he would think it and it would be a natural extension of his character. it also makes him letting claudia go even more meaningful--not only does he not want to “force her to choose” like he did when they were kids, he also doesn’t want her to feel tied down the way he might have been.

this letting her go thing is ironically enough counterproductive, and will likely lead to the same sort of resentment viren has for soren. soren has “broken up the family again.” after everything they’re done for him, he just turns his back on them, from claudia’s point of view. the series would be quite different if soren was more forceful about getting claudia to leave with him or made a stronger case for leaving viren, but there are real reasons why he wouldn’t do this and when it comes to his family he’s actually quite conflict-averse. and like it would make his speech about thinking that viren was a good man more impactful, and like it’s not like the speech isn’t cheesy as hell already.

#tdp #me.txt #begone thought #and yes... the writing of those two remained good even in s3 #which i absolutely hated #i would probably hate s4 more. purely because aaravos is the focus.#i hate aaravos so much. he's so annoying.#but this isn't a negative post so i will try to forget that insect's pathetic existence #in addition to a claudia stan i am also a viren appreciator.#actually i like his character. i also am completely aware he's a bad person with some good traits.#i totally buy that he may have been better in the past but at least by s1 he's a sadistic/entitled guy #i also have always liked soren even before it was cool. i have liked him since s1.#okay for real: this is the last thing i dig up from the drafts before i go silent about this again #it's the weekend baby i gotta kill the repears #i'm gonna finish the game i'm playing

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justasparkwritings · 3 years ago

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The Littlest Dumpling {9}

Previous: The Littlest Dumpling {8}

Pairing: Min Yoongi x OFC

Genre: Non Idol AU / Author AU

Rating: R

Warnings: Swearing! Talking About Sex! Kissing! Making Out!

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A meeting with HR decides the fate of your relationship and an unexpected visitor sends Yoongi into a panic spiral.

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Tag List: @4ksj, @jagiya, @ot7nem, @knjkitten, @teamtardis-notdead, @canarystwin

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Lil King Yoongi seethed, smoke coming out of his ears as he stared at Hee-Young.

“You betrayed me!”

“I did not!” She yelled.

“You went against my orders!”

“Your orders were going to destroy the kingdom! There didn’t need to be such -

“How dare you speak to your King that way!” Yoongi shouted.

“My king? Your highness I thought you were a friend,” Hee-Young said, tears in her eyes.

“I’m not friends with traitors.”

Lil King Yoongi Vol. 4

December

“So that you’re telling me is that you hate Christmas?” Seokjin asks Yoongi over mulled wine and hot toddies at Moonbeam, a new restaurant near the office.

It’s atmosphere is more upscale than The Ruby Poppy, with intricate vines and greenery shrouding tables from each other, wrought iron work throughout the restaurant with small black and white hexagon tiled floors. The dull candle centerpieces illuminating the marble tabletop, the light from the fading sun gleaming through the glass ceiling, rays bouncing and bounding off the golden support beams. This season, winter, it’s decorated for the holidays with twinkling lights doubled in the greenery and holiday themed beverages being served by Colin, the bartender extraordinaire.

“I don’t hate Christmas,” Yoongi corrects.

“He hates the capitalization of Christmas,” You answer for Yoongi.

“Exactly.”

“Isn’t that your problem with all holidays?” Jin asks.

“The capitalization and commodification? Of course.”

“Wouldn’t Lil King Yoongi look so cute in a Santa hat? Instead of his beloved crown?” You suggest.

“Bite your tongue, he would not,” Yoongi argues.

“He would, if Jimin drew him,” Jungkook says sitting down. Jimin joins him, and they wait patiently for the waiter to return to add their drinks to the long list this group is having.

“Jin, isn’t your girl coming too?” Jimin asks. “And I do think the Lil King would look darling in a Santa hat, probably a red suit too if we could get the author to agree.”

“She’s on her way,” Jin answers.

“I will not write a Christmas book!” Yoongi declares. “Why is no one listening?”

“We are honey,” you say, placing a hand on his thigh.

“Honey?” Jimin teases.”

“Honey?” Jin laughs.

“Fuck you both.”

“I believe for one of us, that was once true,” Jin teases.

“I refuse to work with him on any other project, I never want to work with him again,” Yoongi tells you.

“I know; it’s already written down that post The Littlest Dumpling, you will never have to work with Seokjin again should you stay at Serendipity.”

“Great.”

“Do you do that for other authors?” Jimin asks you.

“Yes, but no one’s ever asked as persistently as Yoongi. And to keep Yoongi’s books, we’ll make the agreement.” You tell them.

“Not because he’s your man?” Jungkook asks.

“No, not because of that at all,” You say.

“It’s because my charm is so great he can’t fathom standing in its shadow for long periods of time,” Seokjin says.

“It’s often beneficial for authors to work with different editors on different projects to create a new vibe or really build a totally new world. The separation helps some authors create new authentic existences. For some it doesn’t, and they like working with the same person over and over again,” you explain to them.

“Makes sense,” Jungkook agrees. “Yoongi what happened to your old editor?”

“He left the company and moved to Manhattan.”

“So you were searching for a new editor, and got Seokjin?” Jungkook asks.

“Unfortunately,” Yoongi says.

“Please, you’re looking at a best seller. Don’t hate me because I’m good at my job,” Jin teases, then stands as Violette enters the restaurant and heads for them.

Yoongi turns to you, concern in his eyes.

“Did you set the meeting with HR?” He whispers to you.

“Yes, for tomorrow at 9AM. I sent you a calendar invite.”

“Oh, I saw it, but forgot,” He says apologetically.

“That’s okay, just show up,” You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“Has everyone met Violette?” Jin asks, standing next to his girlfriend.

“I think so,” She says.

“Great!”

“Violette,” You start, turning to the only other female in your group. “Tell us, what do you do?”

“And why are you in love with him?” Yoongi adds, genuine curiosity coming through instead of his impossibly stubborn and asshole demeanor.

“Why are you in love with Y/N?” She asks instead, cocking her head to the side. She enjoys watching Yoongi squirm.

“I – uh,”

“I loved Yoongi too,” Jimin interrupts. “What’s not to love?”

“I can think of about a dozen things,” Jin laughs.

“No one asked you,” Yoongi says.

“The point is, it’s nice to meet you Violette, and I apologize for the buffoonery of these men, well not Jungkook. He’s a gentleman,” You say, course correcting the conversation.

“Thanks, it’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard only good things.”

“That’s because Y/N is the best,” Jimin says with a wink.

“I try,” you answer.

“Well whatever you’re doing is working. I wish I had a strong female boss to shadow or look up to,” Violette comments.

“Oh?”

“I work for a gallery and my boss is a bit flighty but also very…. White man.”

“Ah,” You say, fully knowing what she means. Everyone at the table knows exactly what she means.

“Do you like the gallery?” Jungkook asks. “There are so many art galleries, you could go somewhere else?”

“I want to, but you know it’s scary, starting somewhere new. Doing something different from what you’ve been breathing for the last few years.”

Yoongi understands that fear. “Luckily, you have someone you can rely on if it doesn’t go well.”

“Are you saying something nice about me?” Seokjin asks.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says, not adding any additional snark or commentary.

Jin nods, maybe their relationship can be repaired.

The head of HR for Serendipity Publishing is named Olivia, and she’s well… difficult. It’s well known that HR represents the best interest of the business but should have some form of a poker face when dealing with company workers. Olivia does not. She works in fear and intimidation, making it almost impossible to come to her with any quandaries about the company. In a way, she does her job very well, she protects the company and its assets. The other way, or other side of the coin, she doesn’t leave room for the company to grow because she is so tough. Which is why most people report their complaints to their higher ups, so that the small group of leaders can handle Olivia and not the other workers.

Today she stares at you, hardened brown eyes watching as you shift in your chair. You’ve squared off against her before, she knows you’re equally as tough as she is, and that you hide it with a kind smile. But today you might be in the wrong, and that gives Olivia the upper hand.

“So, what did you want to talk about today?” Olivia asks.

“I am dating someone within the company, and I would like it to be on record that we are together,” You say.

“Is it someone that works below you?”

“Tangentially to me, more like.”

“An author?” She guesses.

“Yes.”

“I see,” Olivia begins typing on her computer, filling out paperwork that will need to be printed and kept both in a physical file and digital.

“We began seeing each other a number of months ago, and while I did preliminary research into the companies’ policies, it seems that the best way to handle this is to talk to you openly and figure out what to do or if this relationship cannot move forward.”

“Authors are tricky because they are tangentially related to what you do, you don’t supervise authors, you supervise their editors and the artistic department. If you were dating an editor, it would pose a larger problem.”

“Yes.”

She sets her jaw in discontent. “How long is this author’s contract, and what is their name?”

“Yoongi Min,” you say.

“Ah, my 10AM meeting. You two must’ve had fun colluding on that.”

“It made the most sense, I meet with you, then you meet with him,” you answer. It had been planned, what could the two of you do to make this go smoother? To not ruffle any of Olivia’s feathers? Certainly back to back meetings would make her life easier, and you were right.

“Yes, it will make this much easier,” Olivia won’t come out and say thank you, but this is pretty close.

“So, what do I need to do, to make this legitimate in company eyes?” You ask.

“Answer a series of questions that may seem deeply personal but are the company’s way to gage that nothing illicit happened on company property or non-consensually.” She answers, a glint of impending torture in her voice. She wants to make this difficult, to make you suffer, to ask invasive question after invasive question so that she can crush your dream of falling in love with Yoongi.

“Okay,” You say, adjusting in your chair.

“Where did you and Mr. Min meet?” Olivia asks.

“In my office. He came in to discuss his next book idea, and I wanted him to sign with us.”

“Did you have romantic feelings for him, then?” She questions.

“No.”

“When did romantic feelings, a crush, begin?”

You don’t have to think about it, having written down an outline of your relationship with Yoongi last night. “When he came back from his writing retreat, and we started talking more.”

“Texting?”

“At that point, no. Strictly when he came into my office to discuss his book.” You inform her.

“At what point did you begin texting?”

“July,” You answer definitively.

“Were the nature of your texts flirtatious?” Olivia asks.

“We agreed to meet for working happy hour.”

“Working happy hour?” Her brow raises, certainly people didn’t drink and talk about work? Maybe her friends, if she has any, didn’t.

“Yes, I had to discuss his relationship with Mr. Kim and drinks seemed like a better place to tell him to fall in line than the office,” you answer.

“Why did it seem like a better place?” She inquires, fingers momentarily stilling above her keyboard.

“It was going to be a tough conversation, and from my experience working with Yoon- Mr. Min, it seemed like a more relaxed environment would be more beneficial than scolding him in my office.”

“So he was in trouble?” Olivia smirks.

“He was being difficult.”

She stops typing momentarily. “Is he still?”

“He’s gotten better under the promise that if he stays with Serendipity after his three book deal, he does not have to work with Mr. Kim again.”

“Is that a fair deal?”

“Yes.”

“Is that common?”

“Are you asking if I give him preferential treatment because we’re dating?” You ask, searching for your own clarity in her murky question.

“Yes.”

“No, it is not preferential. I have a few other authors and editors that work under similar guidelines. Sometimes, for whatever reason, an editor and an author don’t work out. We want them to have a strong working relationship, so we make exceptions and pair people up in different ways.”

“And Mr. Kim and Mr. Min do not?” Olivia asks again.

“They have preexisting history that precludes them from being friendly let alone friends. Getting Mr. Min to see Mr. Kim’s work as valid is a daily struggle.”

“Did you put them together because you knew it would be difficult?” She inquires.

“I had no idea they knew each other prior to Mr. Min telling me he didn’t want to work with Mr. Kim.”

“Yet you forced them to,” she says.

“Mr. Kim is our most successful editor of children’s books. I want Mr. Min’s project to be a best seller, one for the record books. For that to happen, he needs the best editor in the company. That is Mr. Kim,” You explain to her, then reach towards the floor for the water bottle you had smartly brought with you.

“When the two of you went for drinks, did you kiss, hold hands or sleep together on that date?”

“Wow, way to go from first to fourth base without warning a girl!” You laugh.

“Answer the question please,” Olivia doesn’t show any signs of finding your joke funny.

“No, there might’ve been light flirting, but no physical contact that was sexual or could be interpreted as such. We sat on opposite sides of the booth; we didn’t kiss goodbye.” You answer.

“When did your relationship become sexual?” She asks, reading off her computer screen.

You blush. “In August we went out again, and his hand rested on my thigh.”

“Did it move past that?”

“No, there was a hug goodbye but that was it.”

“Again, when did things become explicitly sexual?” She presses on.

“What is the point of that question? In all this time, he had already signed with us. I told him dating would be risky, for myself and him. I told him of my past, of my fears.”

“Yet you kept seeing each other.”

“I think they call it falling in love,” You mutter.

“Have you or Mr. Min had any physical contact on work property that would be deemed sexual in nature?”

“No. The most we’ve done is shake hands.”

Olivia keeps typing, then begins scrolling through your answers. Frankly you thought there’d be more. More questions, more details she wanted to pull from you. It seemed it was heading that way, how many questions could she ask about your sex life before it breached not only the level of decorum her job required, but became gauche? She could ask about your first kiss, or if you ever discussed your relationship on company property. You had, twice that you can remember, but that’s been it. Strictly above board. It’s not like Yoongi comes into the office all that much anymore, now that he’s settled into working with Seokjin and The Littlest Dumpling book 1 has been submitted. He’s been focused on book 2, and working diligently to not fall into his depression hole, which frankly, he’s struggling with. There’s no time or opportunity to engage in any behavior that isn’t above board at work.

“It seems to me that you two, have not broken any rules of Serendipity Publishing.” Olivia says, breaking her silence.

“Really?” You ask.

“It’s shady that you waited this long to talk to me, but not illegal or against company policy. As you are not his direct superior, you are not, from what I can tell, using your power to coerce him into this relationship. If anything, he pursued you. I will give an official report once I speak with Mr. Min.”

You sit back, surprised. Surprised it was that easy, that she didn’t ask any more about your physical relationship or when it started, that she didn’t drill into you about the power dynamic in your relationship. What had happened to the Olivia that tore people apart just to watch their careers crumble? Hadn’t she looked down upon you after your relationship with Taehyung became public, called you a cheap trick after you edited his book? Wasn’t she one the main people vying for you to not get the job here?

What softened her?

Taehyung Kim sits in the lobby of Serendipity Publishing, smirking devilishly at Alexis as he taps his foot softly on the area rug. He’s been waiting to see you for ten minutes, though to be fair, he isn’t on your calendar. No, Taehyung showed up ten minutes ago, and through his charm willed Alexis to see if you could spare some time to chat with him. She’d found a little time, if you came back from HR early.

“How long have you worked for Y/N?” He asks. As the only person in the waiting room, he’s allowing himself to speak at near full volume. He pitches his voice lower, so Alexis really has to lean forward, over the desk, to catch everything he’s saying.

“Um, almost a year,” she says nervously giggling.

“Do you like it?”

Alexis, for what it’s worth, has every idea who this man is. How could she not? She did her due diligence and googled her boss the minute she got the job, and what she found was scathing and polarizing. Either person viewed what happened between Y/N and Taehyung as her fault, blaming her for ruining a relationship that seemed far more established than the one she was creating. Or, the opposite side, condemned Taehyung for his behavior but was skeptical that Y/N really deserved her promotions. Neither side seemed to like Y/N very much, which is exactly the opposite of Serendipity Publishing, where every person can’t stop singing your praises.

“I love it,” Alexis says and glances to the elevator as it dings and you step off, a satisfied smile on your face.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, stopping at Alexis’s desk and squaring your shoulders to Taehyung, effectively blocking her behind you.

“I wanted to talk to you, and hello.”

“Hi. I don’t have time to talk today, can you schedule an appointment and come back?”

“I could, but I wanted to present an idea to you first before I meet with my agent and talk to him about it,” Taehyung says, smug smile on his lips. He knows that’s the magic phrase to get you to talk to him, bringing his agent into the mix.

“Fine, come on,” You say and guide him back through the hallway and to your office. He sits readily on the open chair and starts talking.

“I have an idea for a new book,” Taehyung says. “It centers on the fall out after Two Affairs to Remember and is about the destruction that comes to both women once they’re outed. They then start getting to know each other, a little First Wives Club homage, but eventually fall in love.”

“You want to take two women who were wronged by a man, and turn them gay?” You ask, staring at him firmly.

“I do.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Why?”

“You really think readers want to read a story about women that were so scorned by a man that they only have one choice, turn to lesbianism?”

“That’s not what it’s about though. It’s about discovering these parts of yourself that you didn’t know existed, seeing who you are on your own, and how surprising that journey can be,” He explains.

“No one wants to read that from a cis-hetero man unless that man is discovering he’s gay or poly or queer in general,” You tell him. “No one.”

“I –

“What is making you want to write this? What is creating this desire in you? Are you going through some shit?” You ask.

“No, I’m just, the moment is over, but I want it to continue.”

“You want to keep capitalizing on it. Aren’t you working on the script for the series?”

“Yes.”

“So?”

“I think there’s more story here!” Taehyung declares, a flourish of his hand and raised voice accompanying the statement. “I want to tell more about the lives these people lead, the relationships they hold what happens not that their lives are shattered.”

“Tae, I can’t stop you from writing it. But please do not include me in the process.” You request.

“You’re the only person I trust to edit it.”

“That can’t possibly be true.”

“It is! You edited the first one so beautifully, I need you on this project.” He pleads.

“Tae,”

“At least consider it?”

You think about it. What’s the harm? So much harm, and of course Yoongi to consider. But this could be good, after all Taehyung is a beautiful writer. “I’ll consider it when you have pages for me to actually read and consider.”

“Okay, that’s fair. Proof,” He agrees.

“Yeah, I want proof that this isn’t just some last stitch grab at fame, but something real and tangible from you.”

“Give me a month, I’ll have pages for you,” Taehyung says.

“Great.”

“So, what had you smiling so much?” He asks, leaning back in his chair.

“What do you mean?” You ask him.

“Coming off the elevator, you were smiling like you had a secret. What is it?”

“That is none of your business.”

“You seeing someone?”

“Again, none of your business.”

“Okay, okay,” He says holding his hands up. “But if you want to talk about it, I’m always around.”

“We’re not friends, Taehyung.”

“But we could be, Y/N.” He smiles, and damn if it isn’t the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.

“Your next appointment is here,” Alexis says, stepping into your office.

“Oh –

“Hey, so I was thinking,” Yoongi says barging in. He freezes when he sees Taehyung, and glances between you quickly. “Fuck I didn’t know someone else was in here.”

“Yeah, an impromptu meeting,” Taehyung says as he too glances from Yoongi to you and back.

“Taehyung Kim, this is Yoongi Min, author of the Lil King Yoongi saga.”

“Oh shit, I know your books!” Taehyung stands and extends his hand.

“And I know you,” Yoongi comments, loud enough that Taehyung hears it.

This causes two things to happen. First, Taehyung stares down at Yoongi, tightening his grip, drawing conclusions to the way in which Yoongi made his comment, and the way his eyes are staring past Taehyung to you. Second, it causes you to give a pleading look first to Alexis, then to Yoongi, who releases his grip on Taehyung’s hand.

“Well, I don’t mean to interrupt,” Taehyung says. He feels the tension in the air, and wonders if he’s right about you and Yoongi. “I’ll email you pages.”

“Fine,” You resign.

“Nice to meet you,” Yoongi says as he sits in the chair opposite the one that Taehyung previously occupied.

“You too.”

Taehyung follows Alexis out, but not before he casts another gaze at the two of you. “Are they together?”

“Y/N and Mr. Min?” Alexis asks.

“Yeah, they’re dating, right?” Taehyung asks again.

“Oh, I have no idea,” She says. Though his question sparks in her curiosity, as she too has always noticed a weird tension between the two.

“What was he doing here?” Yoongi asks.

“He has a new project and wants to send me pages,” You say.

“Why?”

“Because it’s related to –

“Your affair?”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t love it when you call it that. Yes, he’s got ideas for a second book.”

“And he came to see you?”

“Are you jealous?” You ask.

“No, I don’t love walking into my girlfriend’s office, after I’ve been subjected to scrutiny from HR about the nature of said relationship to find her talking to her ex like he didn’t break her heart and nearly destroy her career,” Yoongi snaps.

“Why are you so mad? He came in to ask if I’d read pages, that’s it.”

“Why do I feel like he wants more?” Yoongi asks you.

“I don’t know, but you know I don’t.”

“I know,” He mutters.

“How did your meeting with Olivia go?” You ask.

“She fucking hates me,” He comments.

“She hates everyone.”

“Not like she hates me. She asked about when I first had sexual feelings for you, and if those sexual feelings clouded my judgment. She asked why I’m working with Jin, if it’s some favor to you and if I’m getting special treatment because you and I are, and I quote her here, intimate.”

“Yeah, she asked me similar questions, though she didn’t ask about the first time we had sex, which surprised me.”

“She wanted to know how soon after we texted did we start fooling around, again her words. What kind of question is that?” He asks.

“An invasive one.”

“What is the point in asking that, if she already knew we didn’t start seeing each other socially until what, four months after I signed? We didn’t even start texting for longer!”

“I know, I told her that too.”

He adjusts in his chair. “It was gross, having someone document our relationship like that.”

“And yet, we both have committed those things to memory.”

“Yeah, because we’re in the relationship. We’re, are you finally my girlfriend?” He asks.

The question doesn’t all together catch you off guard, but his tone does.

“What, annoyed I don’t have a label?” You laugh.

“Actually, yes.”

“Yoongi, you know why I’ve wanted to wait.”

“You spent the night last night; I don’t really know what you’re waiting for.”

You sigh. “Do you remember waiting for your report card, in the summer right after school finished, just to make sure it said you were moving to the next grade?”

“I mean I never doubted or worried about it, but yes.”

“I just want her written seal of HR approval that we’re above board, and then I’ll be more than thrilled to walk around introducing you as my boyfriend,” You explain.

“When will that be?”

“By the end of the week I hope.”

“And if she somehow, for whatever reason, decides we’re not above board, then what will we do?”

“Yoongi,” You sigh.

“I’m serious. What if she decides that we actually engaged in behavior that is harmful to you as publisher and director, and we can’t be together as long as I’m an author at Serendipity?”

“She won’t.”

“But what –

“Yoongi! Stop spiraling! She isn’t going to decide that we can’t be together. We already have been together for the last few months and nothing has happened. So can we please not doom spiral about it?” You request, tone biting and harsh.

“Sorry,” He says, eyes rolling as his embarrassment flushes his cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to snap… I just can’t keep going on and on about what happens if we can’t be together. We’re together, already, so why talk as if we’re not?”

He glances up at you, a gentle smile of fondness on his lips. “You like me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, Yoongi. I like you a lot. That’s why I’m fighting for us, for you.”

“And so that I don’t crawl back into bed the minute I leave your office?”

“Absolutely that too.”

“I like you a lot, too. For the record.” He smirks, and it reminds you of this morning, sleep still in his eyes, but a devilish look clouding them as he rolled on top of you, weight pressing against your body, a smirk on his lips and his shaggy black hair falling over his face.

“I want to kiss you,” he had said.

“So do it,” you remarked, bratty in the way you stared back at him, defiantly. You wanted him to make a move, to make a declaration, to force his hand before he forced yours. He did, kissing you with so much heat you rolled on top of him, finding a punishing pace as the sleepiness drained out of you as pleasure overtook.

“I know you do, I was there this morning,” You comment.

“Will you be there tonight?” He winks. He doesn’t think he’s much good at it, but he loves the way your eyes melt whenever he does.

“Yeah, my place?”

The thing about Yoongi’s anxiety and depressive episodes is that they hit, almost without warning. In hindsight he can see all along that it was coming, but in the moments before everything seems totally fine. He left your office, and with every step towards his car he felt the weight getting heavier and heavier. The panic over Taehyung showing up in your life, right as HR was going to give your relationship the company seal of approval, his impending writing retreat for book two and three, the realization he can’t go back and edit book one anymore… all began to bubble and turn inside him.

By the time he gets home, the panic is so great he does what he does best, crawls in bed, under his weighted blanket. He rests his eyes, and before he knows it, it’s 8PM and you’ve called and texted. He wants to return them, to text you back, to keep you updated… but he can’t.

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Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses

A/N: This was meant to be a blurb, but I got carried away. I honestly don’t know how I feel about it, but I wanted to post some Christmassy stuff in between now and Deck the Halls, so here’s a little something. It’s basically over a thousand words of Harry pining for some girl he just met. That seems to be my favorite trope, yeah? Anyways, I hope you enjoy and I hope that you all remember that Christmas isn’t about what you have or what you’re able to give, it’s about spending time with the people you love the most. I’m always here for you all if you need me and I love you loads. Thank you!

Word Count: 5.1K+

Warnings: A little smut, pining, flash forward, ofc

Prompt: “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” | Taken from this post here!

It wasn’t that Harry hated Christmas.

He loved spending time with his family, drinking mulled wine and talking shit with his Mum and Sister on the couch until the morning light. He loved the Christmas cookies that everyone seemed to bake just for him. Every single one of his friends would wrap them up in cute, candy cane striped cellophane bags with a little bow as if they were worried he’d been deprived of sweets. He loved the warmth that enveloped him when he stepped into any building, dodging the cold winter winds and brutal snowflakes that hit his skin. He loved most things about the season, but he truthfully hated the actual holiday itself.

He hated the music, each song covered by about twenty different artists, (yet, they always sounded the same, somehow), playing on a loop on every single Christmas station. He hated how rude people were in the shops and on the road, as if their time was more important than anyone else's. He hated the stigma around giving expensive gifts, stressing over the perfect thing to get each of his friends. If he could, he’d give them all something homemade, but he was shit at doing anything crafty.

His boots crunched against the snow as he walked towards his mother’s front door.

He let himself in, kicking his shoes off before he removed his scarf and his winter coat. He could hear laughter from the kitchen, Gemma and his Mum giggling far too loud. They must have cracked into the mulled cider a little early, and truthfully, he was jealous. He’d spent the last four hours stuck in traffic listening to white Christmas over and over and over again. He shut the front door as Evie wrapped herself around his legs, her soft purring catching his attention as he glanced down at the black and white kitten.

“Hiya, darling girl.” He crouched down, scooping her into his arms before he delivered a series of kisses over her head. “Daddy’s missed you, eh. Have you been good for your nan?”

She meowed in response, causing Harry to coo at her before he scratched under her chin.

“That’s my girl.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head before setting her back to the ground.

He knew they would indulge in several cuddle sessions over the next few days, so he wasn’t worried about missing his one and only pet this holiday season. He walked through the house, finding his way into the kitchen where Gemma was tipping back a glass of dark red liquid, and his Mum was rolling out cookie dough with a bright smile on her face. What Harry wasn’t expecting, was the curly haired girl with a cookie cutter in her hand next to his Mum.

“Hello!” He called out, offering a smile as he walked over to the kitchen island. “I see we’ve started having fun already.”

“It took you forever to get here!” Gemma said defensively, picking up a chocolate kiss before tossing it at Harry. “Do you want a drink?”

“Something hot, it’s like the bloody tundra outside.” He shivered at the thought of the harsh wind, his eyes trailing back towards the new girl.

“Stella makes the best peppermint hot chocolate you’ve ever had in your life.” Gemma groaned out, her eyes rolling back in her head. “She puts peppermint vodka in there.”

“I can make you one if you’d like?” Stella’s voice was soft and painfully american. “We’ve got a slow cooker full of hot chocolate.”

“If you don’t mind.” Harry gave her a smile as he pulled out a stool, sitting next to Gemma. “Nice to meet you, Stella. I’m Harry, by the way.”

“She knows who you are.” Gemma reached over, pinching Harry’s side. “Stella is a new transfer at work. She’s new to England, and we thought we’d show her a proper English Christmas.”

“Stella, love, you should probably find another family to spend Christmas with if you want a proper English Christmas.” Harry snorted. “Ours is half arsed at best.”

“We have a lovely Christmas, thank you.” Anne piped up, flicking flour in Harry’s direction as Stella laughed softly. “Don’t scare the poor thing off, we’ve just made her feel at home.”

Stella turned her back, walking towards the stove.

“I suppose we do have a good time.” Harry hummed out. “I can’t wait to watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas for the millionth time.”

“They’ve got an animated one now!” Gemma exclaimed. “We’re going to do a double feature.”

“Lovely.” Harry rolled his eyes.

Moments later, a steaming mug of hot chocolate laced was placed in front of Harry.

He looked down at the grinch mug before looking back up at Stella.

“Thanks.” He offered her a smile, but she merely nodded back at him before taking her place next to Anne again.

He watched her, sipping at his drink as Gemma and Anne chatted about some Hallmark movie that was meant to premiere at some point during the week. She wasn’t normally the type of girl that he dated, but he had to admit that she was beautiful. Her cheeks were round, a soft blush smeared over them that he assumed came from a makeup product. Her lashes were thick, and long, shadowing her hazel colored eyes. She had thick brows that seemed a little unruly, and plump lips stained with a plum colored lipstick that matched her smoky, purple eyeshadow. He wasn’t a huge fan of the plum color, but he had to admit that it brought out a lot of the warmer tones in her eyes and in her beautiful, brown skin. He also thought that it complimented the lighter strands in her curly brown hair that bounced about everytime she turned her head.

He tried not to be too obvious with his curious gaze, but he couldn’t help it. He was almost mesmerized by her beauty, but he was more so confused by his attraction to her. She was far too quiet for his taste, her eyes cast down on the cookies she’d been cutting out for the last few minutes while everyone else chatted.

He watched her place them on the tray carefully, obsessing over how they landed before she reached for the colored icing. He watched her pipe onto the little shapes, her tongue nestling in the corner of her mouth as her unsteady hands worked diligently on the cookies.

This was a Styles family Christmas, and the Styles were a rowdy and messy bunch. He’d never seen his Mum or Gemma put that much work into sugar cookies before, and it was almost painful to watch her perfect each and every one before she slipped the tray in the oven. He watched her reach for the cheeky little chicken shaped oven timer that Gemma bought when his Mum fist moved into this house. In all of those years, he’d never seen anyone actually use it.

“Did you hear me, my little turtle dove?” Anne brushed her hand over Harry’s back as he sipped at his cocoa. “They’re calling for a huge storm this weekend, are you packed for that?”

“I left some stuff here the last time I was around.” He turned his head, smiling back at her. “I think I should be fine if I get stuck with you lot.”

“Good.” She nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, Mumma.” He wrapped an arm around her back, pulling her into a hug.

The warm scent of vanilla and musk greeted his senses, flooding him with comfort and nostalgic memories of cuddling with Mum on the couch. He missed having her around him. He missed having his best friend around to comfort him when he needed it the most. When he let go of her, his heart sank a little in his chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of his head before moving back to work on more cookie dough.

“Why are you making so many cookies?” He asked, brows furrowing as he brushed his fingers over the sickly green mug with the cartoon characters face on it. “Do you plan on feeding an army?”

“No, but Stella suggested that we take some down to the local homeless shelter on Christmas Eve.” Anne smiled over at the girl. “That’s her family's Christmas tradition, and since she’s not with them this year, we thought we’d make it happen for her here.”

“Thank you again, for agreeing to this.” Stella smiled at Anne. “It really means the world to me, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“You’re a part of the family now, dear.” Anne teased. “Even if you’re not spending Christmas with us, this little tradition of yours has been officially integrated into our own Christmas tradition. We’ll always have a little bit of Stella with us during the Holiday’s now, eh.”

Stella laughed at that, reaching her arms out to wrap Anne in a hug.

Harry almost felt a little jealous at how seamlessly she fit in here.

“If you keep staring at her, she’s gonna want to run back to America.” Gemma nudged her elbow into his side. “We get it, she’s hotter than you.”

“Oh, shut up.” Harry rolled his eyes at Gemma as she smirked. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Okay, Casanova.” She snorted. “Whatever you say.

Harry wasn’t sure why he was hard.

He just wanted to close his eyes and go the fuck to sleep.

After a long day of travel, and an even longer evening filled with Harry pulling down Christmas decorations from the attic, he just wanted to sleep. He wasn’t looking forward to taking the annual trip to the Christmas Tree Farm tomorrow. Since Robin passed, Harry was the only man in the family, which meant that he often had to do the heavy lifting. He found that most of his strength lay in his core, despite the amount of lifting he’d done to buff up his arms, and he wasn’t looking forward to tossing a tree on top of his car while everyone watched.

Truthfully, that was the worry that should have been plaguing his mind as he lay in bed. Instead, his mind was lost in hazel colored waves that crashed on dark plum shores. He couldn’t stop thinking about Stella’s eyes or her perfectly shaped lips. He spent most of his night watching her drink from a wine glass, her cheeks turning a shade darker with each joke that she shared with his family. If there was one thing that he was shocked about, it was the dry humor that tumbled from her perfect plum colored lips. She was a funny girl, despite being quiet, and he laughed at every single joke she told without shame.

As he shifted his about, trying to avoid any further thoughts about her lips, the tip of his cock brushed against the warm flannel of his pajama pants. He let out a throaty groan, reaching down to push his palm into the crotch of his pants to soothe the pressure building in his lower belly. He couldn’t jack off to the thought of Gemma’s new friend, it would be awful, and it would surely land him on the naughty list. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best not to picture her lipstick staining his lower belly, his upper thighs, and eventually...the shaft of his cock. But after a few minutes of trying not to think about it, that was the only thing he could see behind closed eyes.

With an annoyed grumble, he dipped his hand into his pajama pants, tugging his cock out while his free hand pushed the band of the pants down his hips. He licked over his dry lips, making a mental note to buy some chapstick tomorrow as he gave himself one, swift stroke. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying not to moan as he brushed the pad of his thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. He was pathetic, dripping down his cock over a girl that he barely knew. He couldn’t believe that he was being that guy right now, tugging at his cock desperately to the thought of a beautiful girl on her knees for him. He wanted so badly to have her there, whispering filthy words in that gentle tone she had, encouraging him to cum on her tongue.

When he did cum, her name spilled from his lips.

His chest was heaving as he came down, the tinkling of Stella’s laughter filling his ears.

Seconds later, he heard her bid goodnight to Gemma before the door next to his own shut.

He was totally fucked for this girl.

The next morning, he didn’t expect to see Stella sitting at the breakfast bar when he came downstairs.

He stopped in the doorway, his cheeks growing warm as he looked over her sweater covered back. Thoughts of her name tumbling from his lips last night flooded back as he looked at her. She was wearing a lavender colored, cable knit sweater, and her curls were tied up in a messy ponytail on top of her head. Most of the curls had fallen out, covering up some of her neck alongside her fingers. Her cheek was propped on her palm, her gaze focused on her laptop as she lifted a mug of steaming liquid up to her mouth with her other hand.

Harry cleared his throat, walking toward the stove so he could put the kettle on. No one else in the house would be up for hours, but Harry couldn’t turn off his internal alarm clock no matter how he tried. He also hoped that he might find a moment of peace from the very girl sitting in his Mother’s kitchen. She haunted his dreams, her face playing on the silver screen in his mind all night long. He hated how infatuated he was with this woman that he barely even knew.

“Morning.” She spoke up first, her voice scratchy and tired. “Did you sleep well?”

“Splendid, yeah.” He nodded, filling the kettle with water. “You?”

“I’ve slept better, but that’s to be expected.” She said softly. “I spent a little bit of time on a skype call with my brother’s, so I was up longer than expected.”

“But you’re up fairly early this morning, aren’t you?” He put the kettle on the stovetop before turning around, his eyes landing on hers. “Why’s that?”

“I wake up this early anyways.” She smiled at him. “I usually like to go for a walk in the morning to wake myself up.”

“That’s nice.” He lifted his hand, scratching at the stubble on his jaw. “I usually like to go for a swim or a run in the morning, too.”

“Where do you swim?” She asked.

“There’s a men’s swimming club not too far from my home in London.” He said. “It’s freezing cold, but you get used to it after a while.”

“Jeeze, you swim outside in this weather?” She lifted her head from her palm, her eyes growing wide. “I could never.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled softly. “What are you working on?”

“A new piece for my blog.” She said. “I started out using it as a diary of sorts, but people apparently love reading about the disaster that is my life.”

“I’m sure it’s not all horrible.” He hoped that he sounded encouraging and not rude. “You seem like a lovely, and positive person.”

“I try to be.” She shrugged, reaching for her mug. “I could say the same about you.”

“I try to be.” He smiled at her. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“Oh, I was actually thinking of popping down to this little bakery Gemma told me about-”

“Mandeville’s.” His heart picked up, a smile stretching across his lips. “Had my first job there.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” She laughed, wrapping both hands around her mug as she leaned back in the barstool. “I figured I’d go grab some pastries for everyone. I know it’s kind of a busy day with the Christmas Tree Farm, so I thought it would be best if your Mum didn’t feel the need to cook.”

“She would love that.” Harry said. “Maybe I could go with you? We could both get our walks in, and I can see Mary before she hunts me down and drags me to the bakery.”

“I would love the company.” She smiled. “But enjoy your tea first, I’ll just be working on this until we’re ready to go.”

“Cheers.” He nodded, watching her eyes drop to her computer screen.

She wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup this morning, and Harry almost wished that she was.

He wished that she had covered up her beautiful, freckle covered skin so that he didn’t fall harder for her beautiful face. He wished that she was hiding away those little blemishes that made him swoon, because she was actually a human after all, not some angel sent down from heaven to torture him. He wished that she covered those beautiful lips in that plum lipstick again so that he could imagine kissing it off of her. He hated the feeling stirring inside of his belly, the butterflies a tell tale sign of his feelings.

He had a crush on Stella.

And there was nothing he could do to stop himself from falling for her.

Stella’s gloves were precious.

They were a bright red, little snowflakes and reindeer stitched into them.

She offered to let Harry borrow a pair of her gloves, claiming that she’d brought plenty of pairs for the winter, but he politely declined before shoving his hands in his pockets. She looked so cozy, wrapped up in her winter coat with a beanie on top of her head and a matching scarf tied around her neck. Harry wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and cuddle her so that they could both stay nice and toasty on their walk. He wanted to kiss her bare cheeks, paying special attention to each freckle on her skin as the winter sun cast over them.

He was so infatuated with her that it was almost embarrassing.

“I can’t even imagine what it was like, growing up in a place like this.” Stella turned her head towards Harry, the tip of her nose a little red. “It’s so picturesque.”

“It’s alright.” He gave her a small smile. “I always wanted to get out when I was a kid.”

“Of course you did, we all do.” She chuckled. “I think everyone should run away for a little while, it really gives you all of the tools you need to really appreciate your hometown when you go back. I don’t know that I’ll ever move back to my hometown, but when I visit it, I feel a little bit more appreciative of the pivotal role it had in raising me.”

“I feel the same way about Cheshire.” Harry nodded. “It’s a big part of who I was, and that helped make me who I am. I wouldn’t be the same without this place.”

“Exactly.” She said.

“So where exactly are you from?” He asked. “I mean, obviously America-”

“Is it that obvious?” She asked, narrowing her eyes playfully, her lips pursed. “I don’t think it is.”

“It’s a neon, flashing sign above your head kind of obvious, love.” He snorted. “But I can’t place what your accent is.”

“It’s not really an accent.” Stella shrugged, turning her attention back to the sidewalk. “I grew up on the road for most of my life, but my family settled in Georgia when I was about twelve.”

“Interesting.” He said. “How did you like Georgia?”

“I didn’t, at first.” She laughed. “I hated it so much. I loved being on the road with my family, traveling places like Hawaii and Los Angeles. When we moved to the south, I despised everything about it. It was so plain and boring compared to places we’d lived before. But like I said, moving away has made me learn to love it more when I go back.”

“How long have you been gone?” He asked.

“About three years.” She said. “I lived in Amsterdam for a year, and then Paris, and now I’m here.”

“Which place is your favorite?” He asked. “Be honest with me, now. You don’t have to say London just because you’re trying to get on my good side.”

Stella tossed her head back, laughing loudly.

“I think it’s truthfully London, Harry.”

His name sounded like honey falling from her lips.

“Why is that?” He asked.

“Because I’ve found my chosen family.” She turned back, giving him a smile that thawed out the chill creeping up from his toes. “Starting with Gemma, of course. She was the first person to take me under her wings, and I’m so happy that I have her in my life. Then I started to find other people, and we all became this really close knit group of friends that felt more like family than my actual family does. I don’t know how I’ll ever leave this place.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” He said softly. “Maybe this is home.”

Please don’t go, Stella.

Stay here with me forever.

Love me.

“My contract is up at the end of the year, but we’ll just have to see how things go.” She said. “I might be convinced to stay.”

“Well, I guess I have a lot of work to do.” He chuckled.

“Why are you so keen on me staying?” She asked him, her brows raising as she gave him a knowing smirk. “Do you have a crush on me, Styles?”

His cheeks grew hot against the cold wind.

“Alright now, don’t let that go to your head.” He grumbled, tucking his neck into his scarf as Stella’s smile grew wider. “It’s all your bloody fault, you know?”

“What have I done?” She laughed louder. “I’m just me.”

“That’s exactly it.” He let out a breathy chuckle. “You’re you, Stella.”

The Christmas Tree Farm was going well.

That was up until Gemma decided that they absolutely needed to take a family picture in front of the big Christmas tree, Stella included. They had picked up a few little trinkets and such while walking around the market included in the farm. Anne picked up a reindeer headband with bells stitched in, plopping it on her head the second she found it. Gemma found an elf’s hat with little ears attached to the side, putting it on her hair before fussing with her hair. Stella found a crown made of poinsettias that she plopped on top of her curls, the red and gold working perfectly with her red lipstick and gold eyeshadow. Harry, however, wasn’t exactly in the spirit.

“You’re wearing the bloody santa hat, whether you like it or not!” Gemma shoved it towards him with a frown. “If you stand next to Stella, you’ll like Mr. and Mrs. Claus!”

“Shut up, Gemma.” Harry sneered, snatching the hat from her hands. “I didn’t tell you about that so you could throw it in my face!”

“Well, I’m doing it for the greater good of our family photo!” She glared at him. “Put that hat on before I shove it on your head myself.”

“Fine.”

“Are you two alright?” Stella smirked, adjusting her crown on her head as she walked up to Harry and Gemma. “Santa is still putting people on the naughty list you know?”

“If anyone’s going to be on the naughty list, it’s Harry.” Gemma tossed her arm around Stella’s shoulder with a proud smirk. “He’s being a pain in the arse.”

“Is the hat really necessary to the photo?” He groaned, dropping his head back.

“Yes.” Stella and Gemma said at the same time.

“Alright, alright.” He groaned, tugging the hat over his curls. “Are you both happy now?”

“Ecstatic.” Stella smiled brightly at Harry. “I think you look handsome.”

“I’m going to just point out…” Gemma pulled her arm from around Stella, tucking her hands behind her back. “That there’s mistletoe hanging from that piece of wood above your heads.”

“Gemma-” Harry’s eyes grew wide.

“And I’m promptly going to walk away.” She smiled at Stella. “Meet us at the tree in ten minutes.”

“Gemma-” Stella held her hand out as Gemma walked away, her eyes growing just as wide as Harry’s were. “What a sneaky little elf.”

“Tell me about it.” Harry shifted, adjusting the hat on his head. “Devious little-”

“Well, I guess we can’t break tradition.” Stella looked up at Harry, shuffling forward slowly with a little smirk on her lips. “I mean, what would Santa say if we didn’t kiss under the mistletoe?”

Harry licked over his bottom lip, his fingers twitching.

“You really want to kiss me?”

“I might.” Stella’s toes were almost touching Harry’s now. “But the question is, do you want to kiss me?”

“I do, yeah.” He nodded. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since I laid eyes on you, Stella.”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” She raised her brows. “Now is your chance, Mr. Grinch, lay one on me.”

Harry lifted his hands, pressing them to Stella’s face hesitantly before he lowered his lips to hers in a soft kiss. It was a gentle peck, one that anyone would share underneath the mistletoe, but Harry wanted more from Stella. It seemed that she wanted more as well, her arms sliding around his neck as she pressed up on her toes. He let his hands fall to her waist as the kiss grew more intense, his hands holding onto her tightly as she brushed her tongue over his lower lip. He tried his best not to smile into the kiss, letting her have what she wanted by parting his lips. When her tongue slipped over his, he let out a tiny moan, gripping her hips tighter.

“Get a room, you two!” Harry groaned, pressing his forehead to Stella’s.

“Gemma, I swear to god-” Harry turned his head, whipping his santa hat off before he threw it in her direction. “Go bother someone else!”

Stella laughed, ducking her forehead down to Harry’s chest as he rubbed his thumbs over her side gently. He felt her body shaking underneath his hands, his heart hammering in his chest when he realized just how close they actually were. He turned his head back, lifting a hand up to guide Stella’s chin up. He pressed his lips to hers once, twice, three more times before she pressed her palms to Harry’s chest.

“We’ll never stop if we don’t move away from the mistletoe.” Stella whispered. “And I think Gemma might physically pull us apart if we miss that Christmas picture.”

“Let it be known that I’m only partaking in this picture because I want to stand next to you for as long as I can.” Harry smiled. “I think I have a little more than a crush on you, Stella.”

“I think I have more than a crush on you, too.”

“Madeline, stop right there.” Stella let out a frustrated sigh as she looped her arm under the baby carrier, her eyes falling down to the sleeping infant. “Milo, promise Mumma that you’ll listen when you get to that age?”

“Give him here.” Harry brushed a kiss over Stella’s temple, his hand massaging her lower back gently. “You go catch up with speed racer, okay? I’ll be right behind you with the baby and the diaper bag.”

“Thank you.” Stella turned her head, puckering her lips out. “I love you.”

“I love you.” He hummed out. “And our beautiful babies, even if one of them has a death wish and two left feet.”

Stella snorted out a laugh, pulling her arm from the carrier before she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I better go help her up the stairs.”

“Please, we don’t need a repeat of last year.” Harry smiled.

“Yeah, I would like to avoid a trip to A&E this year.” Stella snorted.

He watched Stella walk over to an antsy Madeline, her pigtails bouncing about as she jumped from foot to foot in excitement. Harry chuckled softly at his daughter, amused by her excitement. He was happy that she found so much joy in Christmas, just like her Mother did. He watched Stella hold a hand out, waiting for Madeline to take it before they both conquered the brick steps outside of his Mum’s house. When they got to the top, Stella lifted Madeline up, kissing over her cheeks as their daughter giggled. Harry lifted Milo’s car seat from the base, his eyes falling down to the six month old with hazel eyes and soft cheeks just like his Mother’s.

“We’ve got our hands full with those two, mate.” Harry pulled the soft, wintery blue blanket up to Milo’s chin, tucking it around his shoulders so that he would stay warm. “Gonna keep us both on our toes, I know it.”

Milo cooed up at him, causing Harry to smile wider before he ducked his head down to kiss his son's soft cheeks.

“Let’s get you into Nan’s before you turn into a popsicle, my love.” Harry said. “Mumma won’t be happy if we have to spend Christmas thawing you out.”

As Harry made his way up the stairs, he couldn’t help but remember five Christmases ago.

He was walking up the exact same steps on his own, unaware of the magic that was waiting inside for him. He was unaware that the girl Gemma brought home for Christmas would one day be his wife, and the mother of his two beautiful children. He had no idea that they would spend long nights together, planning their future and holding each other tight. He opened the front door to his Mum’s house, smiling at the sound of Madeline telling his Mother a story with animated gestures, her curly pigtails bouncing around as Stella tried to wrangle her jacket off.

“And then Daddy told me we could get a puppy next year if I was good enough!” Madeline squealed out as Harry shut the door.

He dodged the steely gaze he got from Stella after she heard the word puppy.

“Sorry.” He mouthed over at her, causing her to shake her head as she tried to fight off a smile.

“You’re a menace.” She mouthed back. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He said it outloud, his heart soaring in his chest.

Stella gave him a heart warming smile, Madeline’s coat still in her hands.

Seconds later, Milo let out a tiny cry causing Harry to snap back into dad mode.

He rested the carseat on the ground, carefully pulling his son out before pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheeks. As if Gemma could sense his presence, she barreled into the living room with her eyes set on Milo.

“There’s my little man.” She held her hands out, wiggling them as Harry rolled his eyes. “You get to see him every day, Harry. Pass him over to his auntie.”

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Please be careful with him, I kind of like this one.”

“Piss off.” Gemma snorted out, sliding Milo onto her hip before pressing a bright red kiss mark into his forehead. “Has Daddy told you that without auntie Gem, you wouldn’t exist?”

“Gemma-”

“Can you believe that?” She looked up at Harry, a hint of something nostalgic and genuine sparkling in her green eyes. “If I’d never brought Stella to family Christmas, we wouldn’t have two beautiful babies to dote over every year.”

“I can’t even begin to imagine what life would be like without them.” He whispered. “Thank you, Gemma.”

“Harry, I really didn’t-”

“Gemma.” He said her name sternly, pressing his palm to her bicep. “Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said softly, her eyes watering. “Now, if you could do me a favor and bring a hot friend around, I’d really appreciate it.”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He let out a wet chuckle, his own eyes watering.

“What are we managing?” Stella wrapped her arms around Harry.

“We owe Gem a favor.” He sniffled, turning head to press a kiss to Stella’s forehead.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Stella frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing at all.” He pressed his lips to hers, softly brushing his nose against the tip of hers as his. “Just so incredibly grateful to have you in my life, that’s all.”

“You’re so sappy around the holiday’s.” Stella brushed her palm over his belly. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

“I love you, too, Mrs. Styles.” He said. “Merry Christmas, Darling.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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